Some lines came back to him: ‘What are we? Beings of a day / Shadows of a dream. But when / The light, god-given, the light / When that comes / Brightness is on us, brightness / And life is lovely.’ And so it was: light coming, alighting, playing over all, but over the two of them in particular, like tongues. Well-being—in which he was aware of the passing away of trouble and tension, so that although light had indeed come over him, it was also like passing out of a sunlight that had been too brilliant into a grateful shade and suddenly feeling, under a dappling coverlet of leaves, a release and a relief, so that the features knew, with a shock, how tense and strained they had been and for too long. Lightness of spirit. He looked about him. Rhos in summer is a busy place, busy and ordinary, and everything he looked at pleased him, especially the little harbour which had not made any effort to keep up with the world. He liked that. And that they were strangers here and he could sit with her at a table in the public view and take her hand when he pleased and they could stroll along.
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