exclaimed Eric . He was on the point of going off into a peal of laughter at the idea when a glimpse of her half averted face sobered him . On it was a hurt , bitter look , such as he remembered seeing once before , when he had asked her if she would not like to see the world for herself . `` Kilmeny , '' he said in astonishment , `` you do n't really think yourself ugly , do you ? '' She nodded , without looking at him , and then wrote , `` Oh , yes , I know that I am . I have known it for a long time . Mother told me that I was very ugly and that nobody would ever like to look at me . I am sorry . It hurts me much worse to know I am ugly than it does to know I can not speak . I suppose you will think that is very foolish of me , but it is true . That was why I did not come back to the orchard for such a long time , even after I had got over my fright . I hated to think that YOU would think me ugly . And that is why I do not want to go out into the world and meet people . They would look at me as the egg peddler did one day when I went out with Aunt Janet to his wagon the spring after mother died . He stared at me so . I knew it was because he thought me so ugly , and I have always hidden when he came ever since . '' Eric 's lips twitched . In spite of his pity for the real suffering displayed in her eyes , he could not help feeling amused over the absurd idea of this beautiful girl believing herself in all seriousness to be ugly . `` But , Kilmeny , do you think yourself ugly when you look in a mirror ? '' he asked smiling .
`` I have never looked XXXXX a mirror , '' she wrote .
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