Chapter 6 - (VERSO)
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he is able to play on his fiddle.”
Mr. Leonard was on the doorstone. door-stone. The little black dog had frisked down to meet him, and the gray cat rubbed her head against his leg. Old Abel did not notice him; he was beating time with uplifted hand and smiling face to Felix’s music, and his eyes were young again, glowing with laughter and sheer happiness.
“Felix! What does this mean?”
The violin bow clattered from Felix’s hand upon the floor; he swung around and faced his grandfather. As he met the passion of grief and hurt in the old man’s eyes his own clouded with an agony
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From "Each in His Own Tongue."