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 . `` No , grandfather , it is n't Abel 's fault . I came over here on purpose to play , because I thought you had gone to the harbour . I have come here often , ever since I have lived with you . ''
`` Ever XXXXX you have lived with me you have been deceiving me like this , Felix ? ''
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