once, while I
(was walking) in a park of London, I saw an old man. He (was sitting on a
bench holding a book in his hands. I ( saw) that the book (was) of
great interest. It (was) a very old copy of early Byron's works. I
looked) at the old man and (understood) that he ( knew) that I (was
sitting because of him and the book. I ( smiled). "It is the last I (
have)", he ( said) and (stretched) it out to me. I ( took) it with
the words: "I love the old books." I ( opened) the book and ( looked) at
the date: it (was) a remarkable book. "I ( have) a hard life and
this book (is) a comfort to me. But I have to sell it," ( said) the
old man.