I do n't approve of cigars and I will only allow it on condition that you let me put you into my sketch . I need a figure . '' `` With all the pleasure in life . How will you have me , full length or three-quarters , on my head or my heels ? I should respectfully suggest a recumbent posture , then put yourself in also and call it ` Dolce far niente ' . '' `` Stay as you are , and go to sleep if you like . I intend to work hard , '' said Amy in her most energetic tone . `` What delightful enthusiasm ! '' and he leaned against a tall urn with an air of entire satisfaction . `` What would Jo say if she saw you now ? '' asked Amy impatiently , hoping to stir him up by the mention of her still more energetic sister 's name . `` As usual , ` Go away , Teddy . I 'm busy ! ' '' He laughed as he spoke , but the laugh was not natural , and a shade passed over his face , for the utterance of the familiar name touched the wound that was not healed yet . Both tone and shadow struck Amy , for she had seen and heard them before , and now she looked up in time to catch a new expression on Laurie 's face -- a hard bitter look , full of pain , dissatisfaction , and regret . It was gone before she could study it and the listless expression back again . She watched him for a moment with artistic pleasure , thinking how like an Italian he looked , as he lay basking in the sun with uncovered head and eyes full of southern dreaminess , for he seemed to have forgotten her and fallen into a reverie . `` You look like the effigy of a young knight asleep on his tomb , '' she said , carefully tracing the well-cut profile defined against the dark stone . `` Wish I was ! '' `` That 's a foolish wish , unless you have spoiled your life .
You are so changed , I sometimes think -- '' there XXXXX stopped , with a half-timid , half-wistful look , more significant than her unfinished speech .
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