Chapter 9 - (VERSO)

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mind—”This is the house of God; this is the gate of heaven.”

Felix lowered the violin and dropped wearily on a chair by the bed. The inspired light faded from his face; once more he was only a tired boy. But Mr. Leon Stephen Leonard was on his knees, sobbing like a child; and Naomi Clark was lying still, with her hands clasped over her breast.

“I understand now,” she said very softly. “I couldn’t see it before—and now it’s so plain. I just feel it. God is a God of love. He can forgive anybody—even me—even me. He knows all about it. I ain’t skeered anymore. He just loves me and forgives me as I’d have loved and