Read it through once

“Yes, it _is_ good enough for me; it’s as good as I deserve; for who fetched me so low when I was so high? _I_ did myself. I don’t blame _you_, gentlemen—far from it; I don’t blame anybody. I deserve it all. Let the cold world do its worst; one thing I know—there’s a grave somewhere for me. The world may go on just as it’s always done, and take everything from me—loved ones, property, everything; but it can’t take that. Some day I’ll lie down in it and forget it all, and my poor broken heart will be at rest.” He went on a-wiping.