Sweet and soft and wonderful was the music that stole through the room . Mr. Leonard forgot his heartbreak and listened to it in puzzled amazement . He had never heard anything like it before . How could the child play like that ? He looked at Naomi and marvelled at the change in her face . The fear and frenzy were going out of it ; she listened 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 the 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 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 XXXXX his grandson with something like awe .
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