Well , it will make my task all the easier . Abel is always repentant by the time he is able to play on his fiddle . '' Mr. Leonard was on the door-stone . The little black dog had frisked down to meet him , and the gray cat rubbed her head against his leg . Old Abel did not notice him ; he was beating time with uplifted hand and smiling face to Felix 's music , and his eyes were young again , glowing with laughter and sheer happiness . `` Felix ! what does this mean ? '' The violin bow clattered from Felix 's hand upon the floor ; he swung around and faced his grandfather . As he met the passion of grief and hurt in the old man 's eyes , his own clouded with an agony of repentance . `` Grandfather -- I 'm sorry , '' he cried brokenly . `` Now , now ! '' Old Abel had risen deprecatingly . `` It 's all my fault , Mr. Leonard . Do n't you blame the boy . I coaxed him to play a bit for me . I did n't feel fit to touch the fiddle yet myself -- too soon after Friday , you see . So I coaxed him on -- would n't give him no peace till he played . It 's all my fault . '' `` No , '' said Felix , throwing back his head . His face was as white as marble , yet it seemed ablaze with desperate truth and scorn of old Abel 's shielding lie .
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