`` 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 wrote , `` I must go home , for my head aches and I feel very stupid . '' `` Very well , Kilmeny . Now , do n't worry , little girl . It will all come out all right . '' Evidently she did not share his confidence , for her head drooped again as they walked together across the orchard . At the entrance of the wild cherry lane she paused and looked at him half reproachfully , her eyes filling again . She seemed to be bidding him a mute farewell . With an impulse of tenderness which he could not control , Eric put his arm about her and kissed her red , trembling mouth . She started back with a little cry . A burning colour swept over her face , and the next moment she fled swiftly up the darkening lane . The sweetness of that involuntary kiss clung to Eric 's lips as he went homeward , half-intoxicating him .
He knew that it had opened the gates of womanhood to XXXXX .
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