For himself he desired no better thing than to spend what remained of his life in this sunlit privacy and communion with growing things.
He gripped Larry's hand when they were first alone in the little cottage.

"Thanks, Larry; I'll not forget this," he said.

He said little else.

He did not refer to his prison life, or what had gone before it.
He had never asked Larry, even while in prison together, about Larry's previous activities and associates; and he asked no questions now.
Apparently it was the desire of this silent man to have the bones of his own past remain buried, and to leave undisturbed the graves of others' mistakes.
A retiring, unobtrusive figure, he settled quickly to his work.

He seemed content, even happy; and at times there was a far-away, exultant look in his gray eyes.