A peace , long unknown to my stormy soul , seemed hovering near it . The garden was steeped in it ; old Abel 's personality radiated it . I looked about me and wondered whence came the charm of that tangled , unworldly spot . `` Nice and far from the market-place is n't it ? '' asked Abel suddenly , as if he had heard my unasked question . `` No buying and selling and getting gain here . Nothing was ever sold out of this garden . Tamzine has her vegetable plot over yonder , but what we do n't eat we give away . Geordie Marr down the harbour has a big garden like this and he sells heaps of flowers and fruit and vegetables to the hotel folks . He thinks I 'm an awful fool because I wo n't do the same . Well , he gets money out of his garden and I get happiness out of mine . That 's the difference . S'posing I could make more money -- what then ? I 'd only be taking it from people that needed it more . There 's enough for Tamzine and me . As for Geordie Marr , there is n't a more unhappy creature on God 's earth -- he 's always stewing in a broth of trouble , poor man . O ' course , he brews up most of it for himself , but I reckon that does n't make it any easier to bear . Ever sit in a hop-vine arbour before , master ? '' I was to grow used to Abel 's abrupt change of subject . I answered that I never had .
`` Great place XXXXX dreaming , '' said Abel complacently .
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