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| Photo courtesy of Craig Sargent |
As Stuart Elton stooped and flicked off
his trousers a white thread, the trivial act accompanied as it was by a slide
and avalance of sensation, seemed like a petal falling from a rose, and Stuart
Elton straightening himself to resume
his conservation with Mrs Sutton felt that he was compact of many petals laid
firmy and closely on top of each other all reddened, all warmed through, all
tinged with this inexplicable glow. So
that when he stooped, a petal fell.
“Happiness” (CSF 178)
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