`` Oh , thank you , I would like it very much . I have read mine over so often that I know them nearly all by heart . One can not get tired of really beautiful things , but sometimes I feel that I would like some new books . '' `` Are you never lonely , Kilmeny ? '' `` Oh , no , how could I be ? There is always plenty for me to do , helping Aunt Janet about the house . I can do a great many things '' -- she glanced up at him with a pretty pride as her flying pencil traced the words . `` I can cook and sew . Aunt Janet says I am a very good housekeeper , and she does not praise people very often or very much . And then , when I am not helping her , I have my dear , dear violin . That is all the company I want . But I like to read and hear of the big world so far away and the people who live there and the things that are done . It must be a very wonderful place . '' `` Would n't you like to go out into it and see its wonders and meet those people yourself ? '' he asked , smiling at her . At once he saw that , in some way he could not understand , he had hurt her . She snatched her pencil and wrote , with such swiftness of motion and energy of expression that it almost seemed as if she had passionately exclaimed the words aloud , `` No , no , no . I do not want to go anywhere away from home . I do not want ever to see strangers or have them see me . I could not bear it . ''
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