I never was much of an eater--and I need very little sleep. Somehow,
although I am out at sunrise most mornings, I rarely sleep till two or
thereabouts. Four hours are enough for me--and in the summer much less.
Sometimes, when the fit is on me, I roam all night long, and come back and
do my routine--and then sleep where I am, or may be. Precisians would grow
mad at such a life--and yet I'm awfully healthy."
The stranger watched him. "You live here, then--and so?"
"I have lived here," said Senhouse, "for three years or more; but I've
lived so for over twenty. I've wandered for most of that time, and know
England from end to end; but now I seem to have got into a backwater, and
I find that I travel farther, and see more, than I did when I was hardly
for a week together in the same place. But that's reason-able enough, if
you think of it. If you can do with-out time, space goes with it. If it
don't matter _when_ you are, it don't matter _where_."
The stranger lent this reasoning his gloomy meditation, which turned it
inwards to himself and his rueful history. "I don't follow you, I
believe," he said, "for very good reason. I hope you will never learn as I
have that it does matter where you are.
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