The world has gone by me long ago.

So much the better." The poor man spoke honestly.

I was ashamed of having doubted him.

I returned to the subject of the knife.
"Do you know where it was purchased, and by whom ?" I asked.
"My memory is not so good as it was," he said; "but I have got something by me that helps it." He took from a cupboard a dirty old scrapbook.

Strips of paper, with writing on them, were pasted on the pages, as well as I could see.