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Carrol
saw
the
girl
’
s
altered
face
,
she
was
illuminated
with
a
new
idea
,
and
exclaimed
to
herself
,
"
Now
I
understand
it
all
—
the
child
has
been
pining
for
young
Laurence
.
Bless
my
heart
,
I
never
thought
of
such
a
thing
!
"
With
praiseworthy
discretion
,
the
good
lady
said
nothing
,
and
betrayed
no
sign
of
enlightenment
,
but
cordially
urged
Laurie
to
stay
and
begged
Amy
to
enjoy
his
society
,
for
it
would
do
her
more
good
than
so
much
solitude
.
Amy
was
a
model
of
docility
,
and
as
her
aunt
was
a
good
deal
occupied
with
Flo
,
she
was
left
to
entertain
her
friend
,
and
did
it
with
more
than
her
usual
success
.
At
Nice
,
Laurie
had
lounged
and
Amy
had
scolded
.
At
Vevay
,
Laurie
was
never
idle
,
but
always
walking
,
riding
,
boating
,
or
studying
in
the
most
energetic
manner
,
while
Amy
admired
everything
he
did
and
followed
his
example
as
far
and
as
fast
as
she
could
.
He
said
the
change
was
owing
to
the
climate
,
and
she
did
not
contradict
him
,
being
glad
of
a
like
excuse
for
her
own
recovered
health
and
spirits
.
The
invigorating
air
did
them
both
good
,
and
much
exercise
worked
wholesome
changes
in
minds
as
well
as
bodies
.
They
seemed
to
get
clearer
views
of
life
and
duty
up
there
among
the
everlasting
hills
.
The
fresh
winds
blew
away
desponding
doubts
,
delusive
fancies
,
and
moody
mists
.
The
warm
spring
sunshine
brought
out
all
sorts
of
aspiring
ideas
,
tender
hopes
,
and
happy
thoughts
.
The
lake
seemed
to
wash
away
the
troubles
of
the
past
,
and
the
grand
old
mountains
to
look
benignly
down
upon
them
saying
,
"
Little
children
,
love
one
another
.
"
In
spite
of
the
new
sorrow
,
it
was
a
very
happy
time
,
so
happy
that
Laurie
could
not
bear
to
disturb
it
by
a
word
.
It
took
him
a
little
while
to
recover
from
his
surprise
at
the
cure
of
his
first
,
and
as
he
had
firmly
believed
,
his
last
and
only
love
.
He
consoled
himself
for
the
seeming
disloyalty
by
the
thought
that
Jo
’
s
sister
was
almost
the
same
as
Jo
’
s
self
,
and
the
conviction
that
it
would
have
been
impossible
to
love
any
other
woman
but
Amy
so
soon
and
so
well
.
His
first
wooing
had
been
of
the
tempestuous
order
,
and
he
looked
back
upon
it
as
if
through
a
long
vista
of
years
with
a
feeling
of
compassion
blended
with
regret
.
He
was
not
ashamed
of
it
,
but
put
it
away
as
one
of
the
bitter
-
sweet
experiences
of
his
life
,
for
which
he
could
be
grateful
when
the
pain
was
over
.
His
second
wooing
,
he
resolved
,
should
be
as
calm
and
simple
as
possible
.
There
was
no
need
of
having
a
scene
,
hardly
any
need
of
telling
Amy
that
he
loved
her
,
she
knew
it
without
words
and
had
given
him
his
answer
long
ago
.
It
all
came
about
so
naturally
that
no
one
could
complain
,
and
he
knew
that
everybody
would
be
pleased
,
even
Jo
.
But
when
our
first
little
passion
has
been
crushed
,
we
are
apt
to
be
wary
and
slow
in
making
a
second
trial
,
so
Laurie
let
the
days
pass
,
enjoying
every
hour
,
and
leaving
to
chance
the
utterance
of
the
word
that
would
put
an
end
to
the
first
and
sweetest
part
of
his
new
romance
.
He
had
rather
imagined
that
the
denoument
would
take
place
in
the
chateau
garden
by
moonlight
,
and
in
the
most
graceful
and
decorous
manner
,
but
it
turned
out
exactly
the
reverse
,
for
the
matter
was
settled
on
the
lake
at
noonday
in
a
few
blunt
words
.
They
had
been
floating
about
all
the
morning
,
from
gloomy
St
.
Gingolf
to
sunny
Montreux
,
with
the
Alps
of
Savoy
on
one
side
,
Mont
St
.
Bernard
and
the
Dent
du
Midi
on
the
other
,
pretty
Vevay
in
the
valley
,
and
Lausanne
upon
the
hill
beyond
,
a
cloudless
blue
sky
overhead
,
and
the
bluer
lake
below
,
dotted
with
the
picturesque
boats
that
look
like
white
-
winged
gulls
.
They
had
been
talking
of
Bonnivard
,
as
they
glided
past
Chillon
,
and
of
Rousseau
,
as
they
looked
up
at
Clarens
,
where
he
wrote
his
Heloise
.
Neither
had
read
it
,
but
they
knew
it
was
a
love
story
,
and
each
privately
wondered
if
it
was
half
as
interesting
as
their
own
.
Amy
had
been
dabbling
her
hand
in
the
water
during
the
little
pause
that
fell
between
them
,
and
when
she
looked
up
,
Laurie
was
leaning
on
his
oars
with
an
expression
in
his
eyes
that
made
her
say
hastily
,
merely
for
the
sake
of
saying
something
.
.
.
"
You
must
be
tired
.
Rest
a
little
,
and
let
me
row
.
It
will
do
me
good
,
for
since
you
came
I
have
been
altogether
lazy
and
luxurious
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
tired
,
but
you
may
take
an
oar
,
if
you
like
.
There
’
s
room
enough
,
though
I
have
to
sit
nearly
in
the
middle
,
else
the
boat
won
’
t
trim
,
"
returned
Laurie
,
as
if
he
rather
liked
the
arrangement
