Chapter 5 - (VERSO)
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he was; as he always saw when Felix Moore played to him on the violin. And the awful joy of dreaming that he was young again, with unspoiled life before him, was so great and compelling that it counter balanced the agony in the realization of a dishonoured old age, following years in which he had squandered the wealth of his soul in ways where Wisdom lifted not her voice.
Felix Moore was standing opposite to him, before an untidy stove, where the no noon fire had died down into pallid, scattered ashes. Under his chin he held old Abel’s brown, battered fiddle; his eyes, too, were fixed on the ceiling; and he, too,
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From "Each in His Own Tongue."
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"(begin strikethrough)4(end strikethrough)51688": Again, Montgomery has corrected the "4" to a "5."
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"noon": Perhaps Montgomery owned a blue editor's pencil to circle this word, leaving a note to herself before typing?