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vanished behind a ridge, and the golden light in the cloudless
sky faded slowly.
When the train left Moss, the mountain ridge stood dark
against the clear sky, and the reflection of it in the green fjord
was black and transparent. One single large, bright star rose
behind the range; its light was mirrored in a filmy golden
thread on the water.
It reminded her of Francesca’s nocturnes; she was fond of
reproducing the colourings after sunset. Jenny wondered how
things were going with Cesca, and she felt a pang of conscience
when she realized that she had seen very little of her in the
two last months. Cesca was working hard and was perhaps
in difficulties, but all Jenny’s intentions to have a good long
talk with her had come to nothing.
It was dark when she arrived at her destination; her mother,
Bodil, and Nils were at the station to meet her.
It was as if she had seen her mother a week ago, but Mrs.
Berner cried when she kissed her daughter: “Welcome home,
my darling child — God bless you!” Bodil had grown, and
looked very smart in a long coat and skirt. Kalfatrus greeted
her shyly.
As she came out of the station she smelt the odour peculiar
to the railway square of Christiania — a mixture of sea-water,
coal smoke, and dried herring.
The cab drove along Carl Johan, past the old familiar houses.
Mrs. Berner asked about the journey, and where she had spent
the night. It seemed all so commonplace to Jenny, as if she
had never been away from it. The two young people on the
back seat said never a word.
Outside a garden gate in Wergelandsveien a young couple
stood kissing each other good-night. A few stars twinkled in
the clear deep blue sky above the naked trees in the Castle
gardens. A smell of mouldering leaves came through the
carriage window, reminding her of melancholy springs of old.
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