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It had been very beautiful.... And why, now, must it be so awkward, the task of finding a place for this beauty in his ordinary life?
Explanations!...
Rose-Ann would understand, of course. But, even so, the telling of it was difficult. He could think of no words to convey the simplicity and naturalness of the incident.
It was all very well to talk of telling the truth to one’s beloved; but the truth was not such an easy thing to tell!...
So Felix was reflecting, as he put on his coat and hat to go home, when there was a knock on the door he had banged shut, and Phyllis entered.
“I want a breath of fresh air,” she said. “I’ll walk over to your place with you if you don’t mind.”