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Portrait of Lucy Maud Montgomery Lucy Maud Montgomery Kilmeny of the Orchard — A Sweeter Woman Ne'er Drew Breath

He must be taught his place. I mistrust we have all made more of him than we should."
But most of the idyllic hours of Eric's wooing were spent in the old orchard; the garden end of it was now a wilderness of roses--roses red as the heart of a sunset, roses pink as the early flush of dawn, roses white as the snows on mountain peaks, roses full blown, and roses in buds that were sweeter than anything on earth except Kilmeny's face. Their petals fell in silken heaps along the old paths or clung to the lush grasses among which Eric lay and dreamed, while Kilmeny played to him on her violin.
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Portrait of Lucy Maud Montgomery Lucy Maud Montgomery Kilmeny of the Orchard — A Sweeter Woman Ne'er Drew Breath

She sent Kilmeny off to the orchard after tea, and Eric slipped around to the house by way of the main road and lane. He and Janet together unpacked the mirror and hung it on the parlour wall.
"I never saw such a big one, Master," said Janet rather doubtfully, as if, after all, she distrusted its gleaming, pearly depth and richly ornamented frame. "I hope it won't make her vain. She is very bonny, but it may not do her any good to know it."
"It won't harm her," said Eric confidently. "When a belief in her ugliness hasn't spoiled a girl a belief in her beauty won't."
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Portrait of Lucy Maud Montgomery Lucy Maud Montgomery Kilmeny of the Orchard — A Sweeter Woman Ne'er Drew Breath

The lilies fell from her arm to the floor and she turned pale. With a little low, involuntary cry she put her hands over her face.
Eric pulled them boyishly away.
"Kilmeny, do you think you are ugly now? This is a truer mirror than Aunt Janet's silver sugar bowl! Look--look--look! Did you ever imagine anything fairer than yourself, dainty Kilmeny?"
She was blushing now, and stealing shy radiant glances at the mirror. With a smile she took her slate and wrote naively,
"I think I am pleasant to look upon. I cannot tell you how glad I am. It is so dreadful to believe one is ugly.
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