Before Eric could recover his wits she had vanished from his sight among the firs . He stooped and picked up the violin bow , feeling slightly foolish and very much annoyed . `` Well , this is a most mysterious thing , '' he said , somewhat impatiently . `` Am I bewitched ? Who was she ? WHAT was she ? Can it be possible that she is a Lindsay girl ? And why in the name of all that 's provoking should she be so frightened at the mere sight of me ? I have never thought I was a particularly hideous person , but certainly this adventure has not increased my vanity to any perceptible extent . Perhaps I have wandered into an enchanted orchard , and been outwardly transformed into an ogre . Now that I have come to think of it , there is something quite uncanny about the place . Anything might happen here . It is no common orchard for the production of marketable apples , that is plain to be seen . No , it 's a most unwholesome locality ; and the sooner I make my escape from it the better . '' He glanced about it with a whimsical smile . The light was fading rapidly and the orchard was full of soft , creeping shadows and silences . It seemed to wink sleepy eyes of impish enjoyment at his perplexity . He laid the violin bow down on the old bench . `` Well , there is no use in my following her , and I have no right to do so even if it were of use . But I certainly wish she had n't fled in such evident terror .
Eyes like hers were never meant XXXXX express anything but tenderness and trust .
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