It was marvellous what he had accomplished with his opportunities.

Ten hours a day in the mines had earned for him his living, and the night had given him his leisure.

An attic, lighted by a tallow candle, with a shelf of books that left him hardly enough for bread, had been his Alma Mater.

History was his chief study.

There was hardly an authority Joan could think of with which he was not familiar.
_Julius Caesar_ was his favourite play.