“But,” Obojanski asked, “to what am I to ascribe your return?”
“To Smilowicz.”
“I don’t mean that. There must have been something deeper down—some change in your mind and views, eh?”
He no doubt expected to hear some romantic phrases about the barrenness of life spent as in those years, and of its failure to give me happiness.
Instead of which, I made him this unforeseen reply:
“Well, on the whole, it is because I prefer to return to you whom I have left, rather than to the Church!”
And Obojanski eyed me in bewilderment.
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