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"
Yes
,
"
was
all
he
said
,
but
he
turned
and
strained
his
eyes
to
see
the
island
which
a
greater
usurper
than
even
Napoleon
now
made
interesting
in
his
sight
.
"
Take
a
good
look
at
it
for
her
sake
,
and
then
come
and
tell
me
what
you
have
been
doing
with
yourself
all
this
while
,
"
said
Amy
,
seating
herself
,
ready
for
a
good
talk
.
But
she
did
not
get
it
,
for
though
he
joined
her
and
answered
all
her
questions
freely
,
she
could
only
learn
that
he
had
roved
about
the
Continent
and
been
to
Greece
.
So
after
idling
away
an
hour
,
they
drove
home
again
,
and
having
paid
his
respects
to
Mrs
.
Carrol
,
Laurie
left
them
,
promising
to
return
in
the
evening
.
It
must
be
recorded
of
Amy
that
she
deliberately
prinked
that
night
.
Time
and
absence
had
done
its
work
on
both
the
young
people
.
She
had
seen
her
old
friend
in
a
new
light
,
not
as
‘
our
boy
’
,
but
as
a
handsome
and
agreeable
man
,
and
she
was
conscious
of
a
very
natural
desire
to
find
favor
in
his
sight
.
Amy
knew
her
good
points
,
and
made
the
most
of
them
with
the
taste
and
skill
which
is
a
fortune
to
a
poor
and
pretty
woman
.
Tarlatan
and
tulle
were
cheap
at
Nice
,
so
she
enveloped
herself
in
them
on
such
occasions
,
and
following
the
sensible
English
fashion
of
simple
dress
for
young
girls
,
got
up
charming
little
toilettes
with
fresh
flowers
,
a
few
trinkets
,
and
all
manner
of
dainty
devices
,
which
were
both
inexpensive
and
effective
.
It
must
be
confessed
that
the
artist
sometimes
got
possession
of
the
woman
,
and
indulged
in
antique
coiffures
,
statuesque
attitudes
,
and
classic
draperies
.
But
,
dear
heart
,
we
all
have
our
little
weaknesses
,
and
find
it
easy
to
pardon
such
in
the
young
,
who
satisfy
our
eyes
with
their
comeliness
,
and
keep
our
hearts
merry
with
their
artless
vanities
.
"
I
do
want
him
to
think
I
look
well
,
and
tell
them
so
at
home
,
"
said
Amy
to
herself
,
as
she
put
on
Flo
’
s
old
white
silk
ball
dress
,
and
covered
it
with
a
cloud
of
fresh
illusion
,
out
of
which
her
white
shoulders
and
golden
head
emerged
with
a
most
artistic
effect
.
Her
hair
she
had
the
sense
to
let
alone
,
after
gathering
up
the
thick
waves
and
curls
into
a
Hebe
-
like
knot
at
the
back
of
her
head
.
"
It
’
s
not
the
fashion
,
but
it
’
s
becoming
,
and
I
can
’
t
afford
to
make
a
fright
of
myself
,
"
she
used
to
say
,
when
advised
to
frizzle
,
puff
,
or
braid
,
as
the
latest
style
commanded
.
Having
no
ornaments
fine
enough
for
this
important
occasion
,
Amy
looped
her
fleecy
skirts
with
rosy
clusters
of
azalea
,
and
framed
the
white
shoulders
in
delicate
green
vines
.
Remembering
the
painted
boots
,
she
surveyed
her
white
satin
slippers
with
girlish
satisfaction
,
and
chassed
down
the
room
,
admiring
her
aristocratic
feet
all
by
herself
.
"
My
new
fan
just
matches
my
flowers
,
my
gloves
fit
to
a
charm
,
and
the
real
lace
on
Aunt
’
s
mouchoir
gives
an
air
to
my
whole
dress
.
If
I
only
had
a
classical
nose
and
mouth
I
should
be
perfectly
happy
,
"
she
said
,
surveying
herself
with
a
critical
eye
and
a
candle
in
each
hand
.
