I was afraid you would not like me because I can not speak . '' `` You can speak through your music , Kilmeny . '' She looked pleased . `` How well you understand , '' she wrote . `` Yes , I can not speak or sing as other people can , but I can make my violin say things for me . '' `` Do you compose your own music ? '' he asked . But he saw she did not understand him . `` I mean , did any one ever teach you the music you played here that evening ? '' `` Oh , no . It just came as I thought . It has always been that way . When I was very little Neil taught me to hold the violin and the bow , and the rest all came of itself . My violin once belonged to Neil , but he gave it to me . Neil is very good and kind to me , but I like you better . Tell me about yourself . '' The wonder of her grew upon him with every passing moment . How lovely she was ! What dear little ways and gestures she had -- ways and gestures as artless and unstudied as they were effective . And how strangely little her dumbness seemed to matter after all !
She wrote so quickly and easily , her eyes and smile XXXXX such expression to her mobile face , that voice was hardly missed .
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