Notes - (VERSO)
poignancy. But on the dying woman’s face was only a strange relief as if some dumb, long-hidden pain had at last won to the healing of utterance.
The sullen indifference of despair came next, the bitterness of smoldering revolt and misery, the reckless casting away of all good. There was something indescribably evil in the music now – so evil that Mr. Leonard’s white soul shuddered away in loathing, and Maggie cowered and whined like a frightened animal.
Again the music changed. And in it now there was agony and fear – and repentance and a cry for pardon. For Mr. Leonard there was something
From "Each in His Own Tongue."