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haunt, in which exotic traces of all parts of the
world have been left by various voyagers. My
doctor’s house looks like a Buddhist cloister.
The four wings of the one-storyed house form a
quadrangle, in the centre of which the
dome-shaped wood-shed resembles the tomb of
Tamerlane at Samarcand. The style of which the roof
is built and faced with Chinese bricks recalls
the Farther East. An apathetic tortoise crawls
over the pavement and disappears in a Nirvana
of innumerable weeds. In the garden is a
pagoda-shaped summer-house completely over-grown
by clematis.
In the whole of this cloister, with its countless
rooms, there lives only one person, the director
of the district hospital. He is a widower, solitary
and independent, and from the hard discipline
of life has derived that strong and noble
contempt of men which leads to a deep knowledge
of the vanity of all things, oneself
included.
The entrance of this man into my life occurred
in such an unexpected manner, that I am inclined
to assign it to the dramatic skill of a Deus ex
machina.
At our first greeting, on my arrival from
Dieppe, he looks at me inquiringly, and
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