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 since you have lived with me you have been deceiving me like this , Felix ? '' There was no anger in Mr. Leonard 's tone -- only measureless sorrow . The boy 's sensitive lips quivered . `` Forgive me , grandfather , '' he whispered beseechingly . `` You never forbid him to come , '' old Abel broke in angrily . `` Be just , Mr. Leonard -- be just . '' `` I AM just . Felix knows that he has disobeyed me , in the spirit if not in the letter . Do you not know it , Felix ? '' `` Yes , grandfather , I have done wrong -- I 've known that I was doing wrong every time I came . Forgive me , grandfather . '' `` Felix , I forgive you , but I ask you to promise me , here and now , that you will never again , as long as you live , touch a violin . '' Dusky crimson rushed madly over the boy 's face . He gave a cry as if he had been lashed with a whip .
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