Chapter 7 - (VERSO)

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storm, and yet I liked to see it.

“After the thunder was over it rained a while longer, and Naomi sat down and talked to me. She asked me who I was, and when I told her she asked me to play something for her on the violin”

­—Felix shot a deprecating glance at Mr. Leonard—”because, she said, she’d heard I was a great hand at it. She wanted something lively, and I tried, just as hard as I could, to play something like that. But I couldn’t. I played something that was terrible—it just played itself—it seemed as if something