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It
cost
him
no
effort
to
be
generous
,
and
he
would
have
given
Amy
all
the
trinkets
in
Nice
if
she
would
have
taken
them
,
but
at
the
same
time
he
felt
that
he
could
not
change
the
opinion
she
was
forming
of
him
,
and
he
rather
dreaded
the
keen
blue
eyes
that
seemed
to
watch
him
with
such
half
-
sorrowful
,
half
-
scornful
surprise
.
"
All
the
rest
have
gone
to
Monaco
for
the
day
.
I
preferred
to
stay
at
home
and
write
letters
.
They
are
done
now
,
and
I
am
going
to
Valrosa
to
sketch
,
will
you
come
?
"
said
Amy
,
as
she
joined
Laurie
one
lovely
day
when
he
lounged
in
as
usual
,
about
noon
.
"
Well
,
yes
,
but
isn
’
t
it
rather
warm
for
such
a
long
walk
?
"
he
answered
slowly
,
for
the
shaded
salon
looked
inviting
after
the
glare
without
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
have
the
little
carriage
,
and
Baptiste
can
drive
,
so
you
’
ll
have
nothing
to
do
but
hold
your
umbrella
,
and
keep
your
gloves
nice
,
"
returned
Amy
,
with
a
sarcastic
glance
at
the
immaculate
kids
,
which
were
a
weak
point
with
Laurie
.
"
Then
I
’
ll
go
with
pleasure
.
"
and
he
put
out
his
hand
for
her
sketchbook
.
But
she
tucked
it
under
her
arm
with
a
sharp
.
.
.
"
Don
’
t
trouble
yourself
.
It
’
s
no
exertion
to
me
,
but
you
don
’
t
look
equal
to
it
.
"
Laurie
lifted
his
eyebrows
and
followed
at
a
leisurely
pace
as
she
ran
downstairs
,
but
when
they
got
into
the
carriage
he
took
the
reins
himself
,
and
left
little
Baptiste
nothing
to
do
but
fold
his
arms
and
fall
asleep
on
his
perch
.
The
two
never
quarreled
.
Amy
was
too
well
-
bred
,
and
just
now
Laurie
was
too
lazy
,
so
in
a
minute
he
peeped
under
her
hatbrim
with
an
inquiring
air
.
She
answered
him
with
a
smile
,
and
they
went
on
together
in
the
most
amicable
manner
.
It
was
a
lovely
drive
,
along
winding
roads
rich
in
the
picturesque
scenes
that
delight
beauty
-
loving
eyes
.
Here
an
ancient
monastery
,
whence
the
solemn
chanting
of
the
monks
came
down
to
them
.
There
a
bare
-
legged
shepherd
,
in
wooden
shoes
,
pointed
hat
,
and
rough
jacket
over
one
shoulder
,
sat
piping
on
a
stone
while
his
goats
skipped
among
the
rocks
or
lay
at
his
feet
.
Meek
,
mouse
-
colored
donkeys
,
laden
with
panniers
of
freshly
cut
grass
passed
by
,
with
a
pretty
girl
in
a
capaline
sitting
between
the
green
piles
,
or
an
old
woman
spinning
with
a
distaff
as
she
went
.
Brown
,
soft
-
eyed
children
ran
out
from
the
quaint
stone
hovels
to
offer
nosegays
,
or
bunches
of
oranges
still
on
the
bough
.
Gnarled
olive
trees
covered
the
hills
with
their
dusky
foliage
,
fruit
hung
golden
in
the
orchard
,
and
great
scarlet
anemones
fringed
the
roadside
,
while
beyond
green
slopes
and
craggy
heights
,
the
Maritime
Alps
rose
sharp
and
white
against
the
blue
Italian
sky
.
