Pan HWBL 02 009

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Pan "Perhaps he would never have dared to raise his eyes, but that, though the piping was now hushed, the call and the summons seemed still dominant and imperious. He might not refuse, were Death himself waiting to strike him instantly, once he had looked with mortal eye on things rightly kept hidden. Trembling he obeyed, and raised his humble head; and then, in that utter clearness of the imminent dawn, while Nature, flushed with fulness of incredible colour, seemed to hold her breath for the event, he looked in the very eyes of the Friend and Helper; saw the backward sweep of the curved horns, gleaming in the growing daylight" (p. 155). Kenneth, Grahame. The Wind in the Willows . C. Scribner's Sons, 1908. https://archive.org/details/windinwillows00grah2/page/n7/mode/2up