`` I have often read of the white narcissus and wondered what it was like . I never thought of it being the same as my dear June lilies . I am glad you told me . I love flowers very much . They are my very good friends . '' `` You could n't help being friends with the lilies . Like always takes to like , '' said Eric . `` Come and sit down on the old bench -- here , where you were sitting that night I frightened you so badly . I could not imagine who or what you were . Sometimes I thought I had dreamed you -- only , '' he added under his breath and unheard by her , `` I could never have dreamed anything half so lovely . '' She sat down beside him on the old bench and looked unshrinkingly in his face . There was no boldness in her glance -- nothing but the most perfect , childlike trust and confidence . If there had been any evil in his heart -- any skulking thought , he was afraid to acknowledge -- those eyes must have searched it out and shamed it . But he could meet them unafraid . Then she wrote , `` I was very much frightened . You must have thought me very silly , but I had never seen any man except Uncle Thomas and Neil and the egg peddler . And you are different from them -- oh , very , very different . I was afraid to come back here the next evening . And yet , somehow , I wanted to come . I did not want you to think I did not know how to behave .
I sent XXXXX back for my bow in the morning .
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