to see me the next day. I leaped into the railway-carriage stricken at
heart, and looked out of the window until the train started, and saw them
all standing there, motionless, silent with impassive faces, their eyes
fixed on mine. I waved a last farewell, and they responded with a slight
bend of the head, and then disappeared from my sight for ever. Whenever I
think of them I see them just as they were when I left them, in the same
attitude, with their serious faces and fixed eyes, and the affection that
I feel for them has in it something of austerity and sadness like their
native sky on the day when I last beheld them.
THE END OF VOLUME I.
End of Project Gutenberg's Holland, v. 1 (of 2), by Edmondo de Amicis