Chapter 8 - (VERSO)
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breathlessly, never taking her eyes from Felix. At the foot of the bed the idiot girl sat with tears on her cheeks.
In that strange music was the joy of innocent, mirthful childhood, blent with the laughter of waves and the call of glad winds. Then it held the wild, wayward dreams of youth, sweet and pure in their wildness and waywardness. They were followed by a rapture of young love—all-surrendering, all-sacrificing love.
The music changed. It held the torture of unshed tears, the anguish of a heart deceived and desolate. Mr. Leonard almost put his hands over his ears to shut out its intolerable
TEXT ANNOTATION
From "Each in His Own Tongue."