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He
is
a
bachelor
man
--
his
tastes
were
ever
bachelor
,
and
there
are
no
women
folk
in
the
house
.
Outwardly
he
buttons
--
it
is
expected
of
him
--
but
in
his
more
vital
privacies
,
in
the
matter
of
braces
for
example
,
he
still
turns
to
string
.
He
conducts
his
house
without
enterprise
,
but
with
eminent
decorum
.
His
movements
are
slow
,
and
he
is
a
great
thinker
.
But
he
has
a
reputation
for
wisdom
and
for
a
respectable
parsimony
in
the
village
,
and
his
knowledge
of
the
roads
of
the
South
of
England
would
beat
Cobbett
.
And
on
Sunday
mornings
,
every
Sunday
morning
,
all
the
year
round
,
while
he
is
closed
to
the
outer
world
,
and
every
night
after
ten
,
he
goes
into
his
bar
parlour
,
bearing
a
glass
of
gin
faintly
tinged
with
water
,
and
having
placed
this
down
,
he
locks
the
door
and
examines
the
blinds
,
and
even
looks
under
the
table
.
And
then
,
being
satisfied
of
his
solitude
,
he
unlocks
the
cupboard
and
a
box
in
the
cupboard
and
a
drawer
in
that
box
,
and
produces
three
volumes
bound
in
brown
leather
,
and
places
them
solemnly
in
the
middle
of
the
table
.
The
covers
are
weather-worn
and
tinged
with
an
algal
green
--
for
once
they
sojourned
in
a
ditch
and
some
of
the
pages
have
been
washed
blank
by
dirty
water
.
The
landlord
sits
down
in
an
armchair
,
fills
a
long
clay
pipe
slowly
--
gloating
over
the
books
the
while
.
Then
he
pulls
one
towards
him
and
opens
it
,
and
begins
to
study
it
--
turning
over
the
leaves
backwards
and
forwards
.
His
brows
are
knit
and
his
lips
move
painfully
.
"
Hex
,
little
two
up
in
the
air
,
cross
and
a
fiddle-de-dee
.
Lord
!
what
a
one
he
was
for
intellect
!
"
Presently
he
relaxes
and
leans
back
,
and
blinks
through
his
smoke
across
the
room
at
things
invisible
to
other
eyes
.
"
Full
of
secrets
,
"
he
says
.
"
Wonderful
secrets
!
"
"
Once
I
get
the
haul
of
them
--
Lord
!
"
"
I
would
n't
do
what
he
did
;
I
'd
just
--
well
!
"
He
pulls
at
his
pipe
.
So
he
lapses
into
a
dream
,
the
undying
wonderful
dream
of
his
life
.
And
though
Kemp
has
fished
unceasingly
,
no
human
being
save
the
landlord
knows
those
books
are
there
,
with
the
subtle
secret
of
invisibility
and
a
dozen
other
strange
secrets
written
therein
.
And
none
other
will
know
of
them
until
he
dies
.