After all, it only needs one man out of a crowd to have a wrong idea or to make a mistake as to one's motive--and there you are.

But it will be all right that way, I am sure.

I am come here to stay, as Uncle Roger wished.

And stay I shall even if it has to be in a little bed of my own beyond the garden--seven feet odd long, and not too narrow--or else a stone-box of equal proportions in the vaults of St.Sava's Church across the Creek--the old burial-place of the Vissarions and other noble people for a good many centuries back.

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