Half my roll disappeared in one bite. It was the first decent food I'd had since Jenny's kitchen. Curzon watched me without saying a word. When I licked the butter off my fingers, he gave me his roll.
"I et a large breakfast," he said. (6.21-22)
Curzon, we'd like to believe you… but it's pretty obvious what you're doing here. Regardless of whether the bookseller gets rolls in bulk from his girlfriend's dad, fresh, hot bread was still probably a huge delicacy for enslaved people. Curzon gives up his chance of experiencing gooey, buttery goodness so Isabel can have something substantial to eat. Now that's a friend.