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 to express anything but tenderness and trust . Why -- why -- WHY was she so frightened ? And who -- who -- WHO -- can she be ? '' All the way home , over fields and pastures that were beginning to be moonlight silvered he pondered the mystery . `` Let me see , '' he reflected . `` Mr. Williamson was describing the Lindsay girls for my benefit the other evening . If I remember rightly he said that there were four handsome ones in the district . What were their names ? Florrie Woods , Melissa Foster -- no , Melissa Palmer -- Emma Scott , and Jennie May Ferguson . Can she be one of them ? No , it is a flagrant waste of time and gray matter supposing it . That girl could n't be a Florrie or a Melissa or an Emma , while Jennie May is completely out of the question . Well , there is some bewitchment in the affair . Of that I 'm convinced . So I 'd better forget all about it . '' But Eric found that it was impossible to forget all about it .
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