Chapter 26 No.26

The Lifting of the Veil

From afar, at the turn of night, came the pipes o' Pan-the wild, mysterious strain which had first summoned Evelina from pain to peace. At the sound, she sat up in bed, her heavy, lustreless white hair falling about her shoulders. She guessed that Piper Tom was out upon the highway, with his pedler's pack strapped to his