398 LETTERS FROM HTGH LATITUDES. 
hitherto delighted in the past history of that singular 
island, its Present will always claim a deeper and 
warmer interest from me, for Sigurdr’s sake. 
To-morrow Fitz and I start for Hamburgh, and very 
soon after—at least as soon as railroad and steamer can 
bring me—I look for the joy of seeing your face again. 
I have had a most happy time of it, but I fear my 
amusement will have cost you many a weary hour of 
anxiety and suspense. 
THE END. 
