In Arcady . The boy might have been twelveor thirteen; the Faun seemed tobe of no age ; he had never thoughtand time had left no trace on hisbrow or in his eye; he might havebeen born with Nature, or he mighthave come with the spring. To-daythe boy was his fellow; next springhe would be so far away from himthat the sounds of the pipes mightnever reach him again. Of thisgulf to widen between them theFaun knew nothing; it was thekinship of boy with boy thatprompted him to hold out thepipes to the sensitive hand whichshowed the vast divergence of his-tory between the two. The boyraised the pipes
In Arcady . The boy might have been twelveor thirteen; the Faun seemed tobe of no age ; he had never thoughtand time had left no trace on hisbrow or in his eye; he might havebeen born with Nature, or he mighthave come with the spring. To-daythe boy was his fellow; next springhe would be so far away from himthat the sounds of the pipes mightnever reach him again. Of thisgulf to widen between them theFaun knew nothing; it was thekinship of boy with boy thatprompted him to hold out thepipes to the sensitive hand whichshowed the vast divergence of his-tory between the two. The boyraised the pipes to his lips andblew loudly through the rude joint- [40] V m % >M-^^;M mmm fflM ill! mm. The boy raised the pipes to his lips
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