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Chapter 8 - (VERSO)

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boy stood by Naomi’s bed and looked down at her with sympathetic eyes. But at first she did not look at him—she looked past him at the minister.

“I might have died in that spell,” she said, with sullen reproach in her voice, “and if I had I’d been in hell now. You can’t help me—I’m done with you. There ain’t any hope for me, and I know it now.”

She turned to Felix.

“Take down that fiddle on the wall and play something for me,” she said imperiously. “I’m dying –and I’m going to hell—and I don’t want to think of it. Play me something to take my thoughts off it—I don’t


TEXT ANNOTATION

From "Each in His Own Tongue."