And, like his village, he smelled of the barn-yard. He was a driver, he told me, earning wages. But he had his evenings to himself; and so he had come to find, through me, a school where he might go and learn English. Just so! It was Lustrup all over.
Just beyond, the brook issued forth from the meadows to make a detour around the sunken walls of the old manse and lose itself in the moor that stretched toward the western hills. Lustrup! Oh, yes! I pushed my giant into a chair so that I might have a look at him. He was just like the landscape of his native plain; big and calm and honest. Nothing there to hide; couldn't if it tried.
I said, groping helplessly among the memories of the past for a clew to the apparition. Somewhere and sometime I had seen it before; that much I knew and no more. The shape took a step into the room. "I am Jess," it said simply, "Jess Jepsen from Lustrup." "Lustrup!" I pushed back papers and pen and strode toward the giant to pull him up to the light. Lustrup!