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A horrible picture presented itself to my mind of our both wandering distractedly up and down Europe, perhaps for years, vainly seeking each other. A HORRIBLE PICTURE PRESENTED ITSELF TO MY MIND OF OUR BOTH WANDERING DISTRACTEDLY UP AND DOWN EUROPE PERHAPS FOR YEARS VAINLY SEEKING EACH OTHER
 trip through the fiords last summer. Of course, the man did not understand; but I am accustomed to witnessing the confusion of foreigners when addressed in their native tongue, and so forgave him--especially as, the victuals being well within reach, language was a matter of secondary importance. I took two cups of coffee, as usual--one for B., and one for myself--and, bringing them to the table, looked round for B. I could not see him anywhere. What had become of him? I had not seen him, that I could recollect, for hours. I did not know where I was, or what I was doing. I had a hazy knowledge that B. and I had started off together--whether yesterday or six months ago, I could not have said to save my life--with the intention, if I was not mistaken, of going somewhere and seeing something. We were now somewhere abroad--somewhere in Norway was my idea; though why I had fixed on Norway is a mystery to me to this day--and I had lost him! How on earth were we ever to find each other again? ORDS OF WHICH I HAD PICKED UP DURING A TRIP THROUGH THE FIELDS LAST SUMMER OF COURSE THE MAN DID NOT UNDERSTAND BUT I AM ACCUSTOMED TO WITNESSING THE CONFUSION OF FOREIGNERS WHEN ADDRESSED IN THEIR NATIVE TONGUE AND SO FORGAVE HIM ESPECIALLY AS THE VICTUALS BEING WELL WITHIN REACH LANGUAGE WAS A MATTER OF SECONDARY IMPORTANCE I TOOK TWO CUPS OF COFFEE AS USUAL ONE FOR B AND ONE FOR MYSELF AND BRINGING THEM TO THE TABLE LOOKED ROUND FOR B I COULD NOT SEE HIM ANYWHERE WHAT HAD BECOME OF HIM I HAD NOT SEEN HIM THAT I COULD RECOLLECT FOR HOURS I DID NOT KNOW WHERE I WAS OR WHAT I WAS DOING I HAD A HAZY KNOWLEDGE THAT B AND I HAD STARTED OFF TOGETHER WHETHER YESTERDAY OR SIX MONTHS AGO I COULD NOT HAVE SAID TO SAVE MY LIFE WITH THE INTENTION IF I WAS NOT MISTAKEN OF GOING SOMEWHERE AND SEEING SOMETHING WE WERE NOW SOMEWHERE ABROAD SOMEWHERE IN NORWAY WAS MY IDEA THE WAY I HAD FIXED ON NORWAY IS A MYSTERY TO ME TO THIS DAY AND I HAD LOST HIM HOW ON EARTH WERE WE EVER TO FIND EACH OTHER AGAIN
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