I'm not sure of the way! And I want your nose, Mole, so come on quick, there's a good fellow!' And the Rat pressed forward on his way without waiting for an answer. Poor Mole stood alone in the road, his heart torn asunder, and a big sob gathering, gathering,... The Wind in the Willows - Page 100by Kenneth Grahame - 1908 - 302 pagesFull view
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Kenneth Grahame, Ernest Howard Shepard - Juvenile Fiction - 1961 - 259 pages
...the smell of it, and it's close by here, really quite close. And I must go to it, I must, I must! O, come back, Ratty! Please, please come back!' The Rat...callous forgetfulness. With an effort he caught up the unsuspecting Rat, who began chattering cheerfully about what they would do when they got back,...