`` You are very quick to understand , '' she wrote . `` That was just what I meant . Of course I did not think it in just those words , but that was the FEELING of it . I felt that I was so glad I was alive , and that the apple blossoms and the white lilacs and the trees and I were all pleased together to see you come . You are quicker than Neil . He is almost always puzzled to understand my music , and I am puzzled to understand his . Sometimes it frightens me . It seems as if there were something in it trying to take hold of me -- something I do not like and want to run away from . '' Somehow Eric did not like her references to Neil . The idea of that handsome , low-born boy seeing Kilmeny every day , talking to her , sitting at the same table with her , dwelling under the same roof , meeting her in the hundred intimacies of daily life , was distasteful to him . He put the thought away from him , and flung himself down on the long grass at her feet . `` Now play for me , please , '' he said . `` I want to lie here and listen to you . '' `` And look at you , '' he might have added . He could not tell which was the greater pleasure . Her beauty , more wonderful than any pictured loveliness he had ever seen , delighted him . Every tint and curve and outline of her face was flawless . Her music enthralled him . This child , he told himself as he listened , had genius . But it was being wholly wasted .
He found himself thinking resentfully XXXXX the people who were her guardians , and who were responsible for her strange life .
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