Two great tears brimmed over in her big blue eyes and splashed down on her slate . Her lips quivered like a hurt child 's . Eric put his arm impulsively about her and drew her head down upon his shoulder . As she cried there , softly , miserably , he pressed his lips to the silky black hair with its coronal of rosebuds . He did not see two burning eyes which were looking at him over the old fence behind him with hatred and mad passion blazing in their depths . Neil Gordon was crouched there , with clenched hands and heaving breast , watching them . `` Kilmeny , dear , do n't cry , '' said Eric tenderly . `` You shall see me again . I promise you that , whatever happens . I do not think your uncle and aunt will be as unreasonable as you fear , but even if they are they shall not prevent me from meeting you somehow . '' Kilmeny lifted her head , and wiped the tears from her eyes . `` You do not know what they are like , '' she wrote . `` They will lock me into my room . That is the way they always punished me when I was a little girl . And once , not so very long ago , when I was a big girl , they did it . '' `` If they do I 'll get you out somehow , '' said Eric , laughing a little . She allowed herself to smile , but it was a rather forlorn little effort . She did not cry any more , but her spirits did not come back to her . Eric talked gaily , but she only listened in a pensive , absent way , as if she scarcely heard him . When he asked her to play she shook her head .
`` I can not think any music to-night , '' she XXXXX , `` I must go home , for my head aches and I feel very stupid . ''
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