1/29 First there was Dirk van Goorl, whose work made an early riser of him--to say nothing of a splitting headache which on this morning called him into consciousness just as the clock in the bell tower was chiming half-past four. Now there are few things more depressing than to be awakened by a bad headache at half-past four in the black frost of a winter dawn. Yet as Dirk lay and thought a conviction took hold of him that his depression was not due entirely to the headache or to the cold. First he had been late for this appointment with Lysbeth, which evidently vexed her. |