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Chapter 6 - (VERSO)

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beauty alone, or he would have been shocked and remorseful. He himself was beautiful. His figure was erect and youthful, despite his seventy years. His face was as mobile and charming as a woman’s, yet with all a man’s tried strength and firmness in it; and his dark blue eyes flashed with the brilliance of one and twenty; even his silken, silvery hair could not make an old man of him. He was worshipped by every one who knew him; and he was, in so far as mortal man may be, worthy of that worship.

“Old Abel is amusing himself with this violin again,” he thought.


From "Each in His Own Tongue."