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"
That
’
s
a
sociable
arrangement
,
"
said
Amy
,
missing
something
in
Laurie
’
s
manner
,
though
she
couldn
’
t
tell
what
.
"
Why
,
you
see
,
he
hates
to
travel
,
and
I
hate
to
keep
still
,
so
we
each
suit
ourselves
,
and
there
is
no
trouble
.
I
am
often
with
him
,
and
he
enjoys
my
adventures
,
while
I
like
to
feel
that
someone
is
glad
to
see
me
when
I
get
back
from
my
wanderings
.
Dirty
old
hole
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
he
added
,
with
a
look
of
disgust
as
they
drove
along
the
boulevard
to
the
Place
Napoleon
in
the
old
city
.
"
The
dirt
is
picturesque
,
so
I
don
’
t
mind
.
The
river
and
the
hills
are
delicious
,
and
these
glimpses
of
the
narrow
cross
streets
are
my
delight
.
Now
we
shall
have
to
wait
for
that
procession
to
pass
.
It
’
s
going
to
the
Church
of
St
.
John
.
"
While
Laurie
listlessly
watched
the
procession
of
priests
under
their
canopies
,
white
-
veiled
nuns
bearing
lighted
tapers
,
and
some
brotherhood
in
blue
chanting
as
they
walked
,
Amy
watched
him
,
and
felt
a
new
sort
of
shyness
steal
over
her
,
for
he
was
changed
,
and
she
could
not
find
the
merry
-
faced
boy
she
left
in
the
moody
-
looking
man
beside
her
.
He
was
handsomer
than
ever
and
greatly
improved
,
she
thought
,
but
now
that
the
flush
of
pleasure
at
meeting
her
was
over
,
he
looked
tired
and
spiritless
—
not
sick
,
nor
exactly
unhappy
,
but
older
and
graver
than
a
year
or
two
of
prosperous
life
should
have
made
him
.
She
couldn
’
t
understand
it
and
did
not
venture
to
ask
questions
,
so
she
shook
her
head
and
touched
up
her
ponies
,
as
the
procession
wound
away
across
the
arches
of
the
Paglioni
bridge
and
vanished
in
the
church
.
"
Que
pensez
-
vous
?
"
she
said
,
airing
her
French
,
which
had
improved
in
quantity
,
if
not
in
quality
,
since
she
came
abroad
.
"
That
mademoiselle
has
made
good
use
of
her
time
,
and
the
result
is
charming
,
"
replied
Laurie
,
bowing
with
his
hand
on
his
heart
and
an
admiring
look
.
She
blushed
with
pleasure
,
but
somehow
the
compliment
did
not
satisfy
her
like
the
blunt
praises
he
used
to
give
her
at
home
,
when
he
promenaded
round
her
on
festival
occasions
,
and
told
her
she
was
‘
altogether
jolly
’
,
with
a
hearty
smile
and
an
approving
pat
on
the
head
.
She
didn
’
t
like
the
new
tone
,
for
though
not
blase
,
it
sounded
indifferent
in
spite
of
the
look
.
"
If
that
’
s
the
way
he
’
s
going
to
grow
up
,
I
wish
he
’
d
stay
a
boy
,
"
she
thought
,
with
a
curious
sense
of
disappointment
and
discomfort
,
trying
meantime
to
seem
quite
easy
and
gay
.
At
Avigdor
’
s
she
found
the
precious
home
letters
and
,
giving
the
reins
to
Laurie
,
read
them
luxuriously
as
they
wound
up
the
shady
road
between
green
hedges
,
where
tea
roses
bloomed
as
freshly
as
in
June
.
