Chapter 6 - (VERSO)
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There was no relenting in his face or tone. He was merciless in the use of the power he possessed over that young, loving spirit. Feal Felix understood that there was no escape; but his lips were very white as he said,
“I promise, grandfather.”
“Mr. Leonard drew a long breath of relief. He knew that promise would be kept. So did Old Abel. The latter crossed the floor and sullenly took the violin from Felix’s relaxed hand. Without a word or look he went into the little bedroom off the kitchen and shut the door with a slam of righteous indignation. But from its window he
TEXT ANNOTATION
From "Each in His Own Tongue."