That very look came in her face . '' `` Kilmeny does n't resemble her mother , '' remarked Eric , glancing at the picture with the same feeling of mingled fascination and distaste with which he always regarded it . `` Does she look like her father ? '' `` No , not a great deal , though some of her ways are very like his . She looks like her grandmother -- Margaret 's mother , Master . Her name was Kilmeny too , and she was a handsome , sweet woman . I was very fond of my stepmother , Master . When she died she gave her baby to me , and asked me to be a mother to it . Ah well , I tried ; but I could n't fence the sorrow out of Margaret 's life , and it sometimes comes to my mind that maybe I 'll not be able to fence it out of Kilmeny 's either . '' `` That will be my task , '' said Eric . `` You 'll do your best , I do not doubt . But maybe it will be through you that sorrow will come to her after all . '' `` Not through any fault of mine , Aunt Janet . '' `` No , no , I 'm not saying it will be your fault . But my heart misgives me at times . Oh , I dare say I am only a foolish old woman , Master . Go your ways and bring your lass here to look at your plaything when you like . I 'll not make or meddle with it . '' Janet betook herself to the kitchen and Eric went to look for Kilmeny . She was not in the orchard and it was not until he had searched for some time that he found her .
She was standing under a beech tree in a field beyond the orchard , leaning on the longer fence , XXXXX her hands clasped against her cheek .
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