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Chapter 7 - (VERSO)

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still, suppose he were cursed with his father’s lack of principle, his instability, his Bohemian instinct instincts. Thus Mr. Leonard tortured himself wretchedly before the coming of Fel Felix.

The child did not look like either father or mother. Instead, Mr. Leonard found himself looking into a face which he had put away under the grasses thirty years before—the face of his girl bride, who had died at Margaret’s birth. Here again were her lustrous gray-black eyes, her ivory outlines, her fine-traced arch of brow; and here, looking out of those eyes, seemed


From "Each in His Own Tongue."