This Nifleheim wad suit her pairfectly,--she wad send a' her relations there wi' tourist tickets, not available for the return journey!" "It seems to me," observed Errington, "that the Nine Worlds of Nifleheim have a resemblance to the different circles of Dante's Purgatory." "Exactly so," said Lorimer.

"All religions seem to me to be more or less the same,--the question I can never settle is,--which is the right one ?" "Would you follow it if you knew ?" asked Thelma, with a slight smile.
Lorimer laughed.
"Well, upon my life, I don't know!" he answered frankly, "I never was a praying sort of fellow,--I don't seem to grasp the idea of it somehow.
But there's one thing I'm certain of,--I can't endure a bird without song,--a flower without scent, or a _woman_ without religion--she seems to me no woman at all." "But _are_ there any such women ?" inquired the girl surprised.
"Yes, there are undoubtedly! Free-thinking, stump-orator, have-your-rights sort of creatures.

_You_ don't know anything about them, Miss Gueldmar--be thankful! Now, Phil, how long is this vessel of yours going to linger here ?" Thus reminded, Errington called to the pilot, and in a few minutes the _Eulalie_ resumed her usual speed, and bore swiftly on towards Soroe.
This island, dreary and dark in the distance, grew somewhat more inviting in aspect on a nearer approach.

Now and then a shaft of sunlight fell on some glittering point of felspar or green patch of verdure .-- and Valdemar Svensen stated that he knew of a sandy creek where, if the party chose, they could land and see a small cave of exquisite beauty, literally hung all over with stalactites.
"I never heard of this cave," said Gueldmar, fixing a keen eye on the pilot.

"Art thou a traveller's guide to all such places in Norway ?" Somewhat to Errington's surprise, Svensen changed color and appeared confused; moreover, he removed his red cap altogether when he answered the _bonde_, to whom he spoke deferentially in rapid Norwegian.