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The open page was the tomb of his friend, and there were the facts of the past, there the truth of his life, there the backward reaches in which he could lose himself. THE OPEN PAGE WAS THE TOMB OF HIS FRIEND AND THERE WERE THE FACTS OF THE PAST THERE THE TRUTH OF HIS LIFE THERE THE BACKWARD REACHES IN WHICH HE COULD LOSE HIMSELF
viewing a piece of property. Whatever had happened--well, had happened. He had not come back this time with the vanity of that question, his former worrying "What, _what_?" now practically so spent. Yet he would none the less never again so cut himself off from the spot; he would come back to it every month, for if he did nothing else by its aid he at least held up his head. It thus grew for him, in the oddest way, a positive resource; he carried out his idea of periodical returns, which took their place at last among the most inveterate of his habits. What it all amounted to, oddly enough, was that in his finally so simplified world this garden of death gave him the few square feet of earth on which he could still most live. It was as if, being nothing anywhere else for any one, nothing even for himself, he were just everything here, and if not for a crowd of witnesses or indeed for any witness but John Marcher, then by clear right of the register that he could scan like an open page. OR THE HOUR A CONTENTED LANDLORD REVIEWING A PIECE OF PROPERTY WHATEVER HAD HAPPENED WELL HAD HAPPENED HE HAD NOT COME BACK THIS TIME WITH THE VANITY OF THAT QUESTION HIS FORMER WORRYING WHAT WHAT NOW PRACTICALLY SO SPENT YET HE WOULD NONE THE LESS NEVER AGAIN SO CUT HIMSELF OFF FROM THE SPOT HE WOULD COME BACK TO IT EVERY MONTH FOR IF HE DID NOTHING ELSE BY ITS AID HE AT LEAST HELD UP HIS HEAD IT THUS GREW FOR HIM IN THE ODDEST WAY A POSITIVE RESOURCE HE CARRIED OUT HIS IDEA OF PERIODICAL RETURNS WHICH TOOK THEIR PLACE AT LAST AMONG THE MOST INVETERATE OF HIS HABITS WHAT IT ALL AMOUNTED TO ODDLY ENOUGH WAS THAT IN HIS FINELY SO SIMPLIFIED WORLD GARDEN OF DEATH GAVE HIM THE FEW SQUARE FEET OF EARTH ON WHICH HE COULD STILL MOST LIVE IT WAS AS IF BEING NOTHING ANYWHERE ELSE FOR ANY ONE NOTHING EVEN FOR HIMSELF HE WERE JUST EVERYTHING HERE AND IF NOT FOR A CROWD OF WITNESSES OR INDEED FOR ANY WITNESS BUT JOHN MARCHER THEN BY CLEAR RIGHT OF THE REGISTER THAT HE COULD SCAN LIKE AN OPEN PAGE
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