Knut Hamsun,
Growth of the Soil — Book One, Chapter XIII
(1917)
“ Inger tried once to join him, but Isak turned away: "I'm going up to the river," he said. "Something up there...."There was trouble in his mind, like enough, but he bore it silently, and made no scene. Oh, there was something great about Isak; as it might be Israel, promised and ever deceived, but still believing.By Monday the tension was less marked, and as the days went on, the impression of that unhappy Saturday evening grew fainter. Time can mend a deal of things; a spit and a shake, a meal and a good night's rest, and it will heal the sorriest of wounds. ”
