On the contrary, it frightened me because it was so beautiful, because it was so good." "Syme," exclaimed the Secretary, "are you ill ?" "It was like the face of some ancient archangel, judging justly after heroic wars.

There was laughter in the eyes, and in the mouth honour and sorrow.

There was the same white hair, the same great, grey-clad shoulders that I had seen from behind.

But when I saw him from behind I was certain he was an animal, and when I saw him in front I knew he was a god." "Pan," said the Professor dreamily, "was a god and an animal." "Then, and again and always," went on Syme like a man talking to himself, "that has been for me the mystery of Sunday, and it is also the mystery of the world.

When I see the horrible back, I am sure the noble face is but a mask.