A Teacher Of The Violin And Other Stories (Paperback)

There was a wailing of the wind at night through the crevices of the high-pitched roof and the panelled walls of the old parsonage that thrilled me as with a message from on high, but this was still wind and wood. Butt where the wind had no part, where it was not sound so much as noise, in the clanging of metal upon metal, in the inarticulate screaming of senseless creatures, the terror that I had felt in the wailing wood, --that terror that had still something in it of the higher life and hope, --was turne into the mere panic of despair.