Chapter 22

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌⁠'Das Herz wuchs ihm so sehnsuchtsvoll

 Wie bei der Lichsten Gruss.'

For ever! All through the wintry day they hammer at his ears—those two small words that take up such a little space on a page, and yet cover eternity. There is nothing that does not say them to him. The hansom horse's four hoofs beat them out upon the iron-bound road; the locomotive snorts them at him; the dry winter wind sings