jewel-store

Updated: May 12, 2025

Halfdan walked on at a brisk rate strange to say, all the street-cars he met went the wrong way startling every now and then some precious memory, some word or look or gesture of Edith's which had hovered long over those scenes, waiting for his recognition. There was the great jewel-store where Edith had taken him so often to consult his taste whenever a friend of hers was to be married.

Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen - Tales from Two Hemispheres