We shook hands as the train moved off.
CHAPTER XVII
BACK IN THE FATHERLAND!
I WAS quite unable to sit still for long. Alone in my first-class compartment I was overwhelmed by the thoughts and hopes which raced through my brain. I ran about my railway carriage like a wild animal in a cage.
At last! At last! It seemed an eternity; the train passed slowly over the German frontier.
The black-and-white post greeted my eyes and, leaning out of the window, I joyfully yelled “Hurrah!” twice.
But the third “Hurrah!” stuck in my throat, as carried away by gratitude, happiness and delight I sobbed aloud, and could not prevent the tears gushing from my eyes.
Was this sloppiness?