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"
No
,
it
’
s
a
new
one
,
but
I
can
bear
it
,
"
and
Beth
tried
to
check
her
tears
.
"
Tell
me
all
about
it
,
and
let
me
cure
it
as
I
often
did
the
other
.
"
"
You
can
’
t
,
there
is
no
cure
.
"
There
Beth
’
s
voice
gave
way
,
and
clinging
to
her
sister
,
she
cried
so
despairingly
that
Jo
was
frightened
.
"
Where
is
it
?
Shall
I
call
Mother
?
"
"
No
,
no
,
don
’
t
call
her
,
don
’
t
tell
her
.
I
shall
be
better
soon
.
Lie
down
here
and
‘
poor
’
my
head
.
I
’
ll
be
quiet
and
go
to
sleep
,
indeed
I
will
.
"
Jo
obeyed
,
but
as
her
hand
went
softly
to
and
fro
across
Beth
’
s
hot
forehead
and
wet
eyelids
,
her
heart
was
very
full
and
she
longed
to
speak
.
But
young
as
she
was
,
Jo
had
learned
that
hearts
,
like
flowers
,
cannot
be
rudely
handled
,
but
must
open
naturally
,
so
though
she
believed
she
knew
the
cause
of
Beth
’
s
new
pain
,
she
only
said
,
in
her
tenderest
tone
,
"
Does
anything
trouble
you
,
deary
?
"
"
Yes
,
Jo
,
"
after
a
long
pause
.
"
Wouldn
’
t
it
comfort
you
to
tell
me
what
it
is
?
"
"
Not
now
,
not
yet
.
"
"
Then
I
won
’
t
ask
,
but
remember
,
Bethy
,
that
Mother
and
Jo
are
always
glad
to
hear
and
help
you
,
if
they
can
.
"
