He read more of Swinburne than was contained in the volume Ruth had lent him; and "Dolores" he understood thoroughly.
But surely Ruth did not understand it, he concluded.

How could she, living the refined life she did?
Then he chanced upon Kipling's poems, and was swept away by the lilt and swing and glamour with which familiar things had been invested.

He was amazed at the man's sympathy with life and at his incisive psychology.

Psychology was a new word in Martin's vocabulary.

He had bought a dictionary, which deed had decreased his supply of money and brought nearer the day on which he must sail in search of more.