`` Mrs. Williamson , '' said Eric , with an affectation of carelessness , `` I chanced on an old deserted orchard back behind the woods over there last week , a charming bit of wilderness . Do you know whose it is ? '' `` I suppose it must be the old Connors orchard , '' answered Mrs. Williamson after a moment 's reflection . `` I had forgotten all about it . It must be all of thirty years since Mr. and Mrs. Connors moved away . Their house and barns were burned down and they sold the land to Thomas Gordon and went to live in town . They 're both dead now . Mr. Connors used to be very proud of his orchard . There were n't many orchards in Lindsay then , though almost everybody has one now . '' `` There was a young girl in it , playing on a violin , '' said Eric , annoyed to find that it cost him an effort to speak of her , and that the blood mounted to his face as he did so . `` She ran away in great alarm as soon as she saw me , although I do not think I did or said anything to frighten or vex her . I have no idea who she was . Do you know ? '' Mrs. Williamson did not make an immediate reply . She laid down her knitting and gazed out of the window as if pondering seriously some question in her own mind . Finally she said , with an intonation of keen interest in her voice , `` I suppose it must have been Kilmeny Gordon , Master . '' `` Kilmeny Gordon ? Do you mean the niece of Thomas Gordon of whom your husband spoke ? '' `` Yes . '' `` I can hardly believe that the girl I saw can be a member of Thomas Gordon 's family . ''
`` Well , if it was n't Kilmeny XXXXX I do n't know who it could have been .
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