It had not been altered in any respect , for fashion held no sway at the Gordon homestead , and Kilmeny thought that the dress left nothing to be desired . Its quaint style suited her admirably ; the neck was slightly cut away to show the round white throat , and the sleeves were long , full `` bishops , '' out of which her beautiful , slender hands slipped like flowers from their sheaths . She had crossed her long braids at the back and pinned them about her head like a coronet ; a late white rose was fastened low down on the left side . '' ' A man had given all other bliss And all his worldly wealth for this -- To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips , ' '' quoted Eric in a whisper as he watched her descend . Aloud he said , `` Take these lilies on your arm , letting their bloom fall against your shoulder -- so . Now , give me your hand and shut your eyes . Do n't open them until I say you may . '' He led her into the parlour and up to the mirror . `` Look , '' he cried , gaily . Kilmeny opened her eyes and looked straight into the mirror where , like a lovely picture in a golden frame , she saw herself reflected . For a moment she was bewildered . Then she realized what it meant . The lilies fell from her arm to the floor and she turned pale . With a little low , involuntary cry she put her hands over her face . Eric pulled them boyishly away . `` Kilmeny , do you think you are ugly now ? This is a truer mirror than Aunt Janet 's silver sugar bowl ! Look -- look -- look ! Did you ever imagine anything fairer than yourself , dainty Kilmeny ? '' She was blushing now , and stealing shy radiant glances at the mirror .
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