Then it held the wild , wayward dreams of youth , sweet and pure in all 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 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 smouldering 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 . To Mr. Leonard there was something strangely familiar in it . He struggled to recall where he had heard it before ; then he suddenly knew -- he had heard it before Felix came in Naomi 's terrible words ! He looked at his grandson with something like awe . Here was a power of which he knew nothing -- a strange and dreadful power . Was it of God ? Or of Satan ? For the last time the music changed . And now it was not music at all -- it was a great , infinite forgiveness , an all-comprehending love . It was healing for a sick soul ; it was light and hope and peace . A Bible text , seemingly incongruous , came into Mr. Leonard 's mind -- `` This is the house of God ; this is the gate of heaven . ''
Felix lowered the violin and dropped wearily XXXXX a chair by the bed .
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