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"
I
think
not
,
if
you
liked
anyone
very
much
,
and
he
liked
you
.
"
Meg
spoke
as
if
to
herself
,
and
glanced
out
at
the
lane
where
she
had
often
seen
lovers
walking
together
in
the
summer
twilight
.
"
I
thought
you
were
going
to
tell
your
speech
to
that
man
,
"
said
Jo
,
rudely
shortening
her
sister
’
s
little
reverie
.
"
Oh
,
I
should
merely
say
,
quite
calmly
and
decidedly
,
‘
Thank
you
,
Mr
.
Brooke
,
you
are
very
kind
,
but
I
agree
with
Father
that
I
am
too
young
to
enter
into
any
engagement
at
present
,
so
please
say
no
more
,
but
let
us
be
friends
as
we
were
.
’
"
"
Hum
,
that
’
s
stiff
and
cool
enough
!
I
don
’
t
believe
you
’
ll
ever
say
it
,
and
I
know
he
won
’
t
be
satisfied
if
you
do
.
If
he
goes
on
like
the
rejected
lovers
in
books
,
you
’
ll
give
in
,
rather
than
hurt
his
feelings
.
"
"
No
,
I
won
’
t
.
I
shall
tell
him
I
’
ve
made
up
my
mind
,
and
shall
walk
out
of
the
room
with
dignity
.
"
Meg
rose
as
she
spoke
,
and
was
just
going
to
rehearse
the
dignified
exit
,
when
a
step
in
the
hall
made
her
fly
into
her
seat
and
begin
to
sew
as
fast
as
if
her
life
depended
on
finishing
that
particular
seam
in
a
given
time
.
Jo
smothered
a
laugh
at
the
sudden
change
,
and
when
someone
gave
a
modest
tap
,
opened
the
door
with
a
grim
aspect
which
was
anything
but
hospitable
.
"
Good
afternoon
.
I
came
to
get
my
umbrella
,
that
is
,
to
see
how
your
father
finds
himself
today
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
getting
a
trifle
confused
as
his
eyes
went
from
one
telltale
face
to
the
other
.
"
It
’
s
very
well
,
he
’
s
in
the
rack
.
I
’
ll
get
him
,
and
tell
it
you
are
here
.
"
And
having
jumbled
her
father
and
the
umbrella
well
together
in
her
reply
,
Jo
slipped
out
of
the
room
to
give
Meg
a
chance
to
make
her
speech
and
air
her
dignity
.
But
the
instant
she
vanished
,
Meg
began
to
sidle
toward
the
door
,
murmuring
.
.
.
"
Mother
will
like
to
see
you
.
Pray
sit
down
,
I
’
ll
call
her
.
"
