Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen,
Tales from Two Hemispheres
“ His heart still clung to the place which held the corpse of his ruined life, as a man may cling to the spot which hides his beloved dead. About two weeks later Halfdan landed in Norway. He was half reluctant to leave the steamer, and the land of his birth excited no emotion in his breast. He was but conscious of a dim regret that he was so far away from Edith. At last, however, he betook himself to a hotel, where he spent the afternoon sitting with half-closed eyes at a window, watching listlessly the drowsy slow-pulsed life which dribbled languidly through the narrow thoroughfare. ”
