HOME TO THULE 



He was lying in bed reading a year-old copy of LoUand-Falster 

 Folketidende. He was taken entirely by surprise ; I entered 

 the room before he had time to collect himself, as if shot up 

 through the floor, fresh from my journey with the cold reeking 

 from my clothes. 



The eyes with which my old friend looked at me I shall 

 remember as long as I live. I was back again in Thule ! 



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