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"
They
do
sometimes
,
"
said
a
muffled
voice
from
the
post
.
"
I
don
’
t
believe
it
’
s
the
right
sort
of
love
,
and
I
’
d
rather
not
try
it
,
"
was
the
decided
answer
.
There
was
a
long
pause
,
while
a
blackbird
sung
blithely
on
the
willow
by
the
river
,
and
the
tall
grass
rustled
in
the
wind
.
Presently
Jo
said
very
soberly
,
as
she
sat
down
on
the
step
of
the
stile
,
"
Laurie
,
I
want
to
tell
you
something
.
"
He
started
as
if
he
had
been
shot
,
threw
up
his
head
,
and
cried
out
in
a
fierce
tone
,
"
Don
’
t
tell
me
that
,
Jo
,
I
can
’
t
bear
it
now
!
"
"
Tell
what
?
"
she
asked
,
wondering
at
his
violence
.
"
That
you
love
that
old
man
.
"
"
What
old
man
?
"
demanded
Jo
,
thinking
he
must
mean
his
grandfather
.
"
That
devilish
Professor
you
were
always
writing
about
.
If
you
say
you
love
him
,
I
know
I
shall
do
something
desperate
;
"
and
he
looked
as
if
he
would
keep
his
word
,
as
he
clenched
his
hands
with
a
wrathful
spark
in
his
eyes
.
Jo
wanted
to
laugh
,
but
restrained
herself
and
said
warmly
,
for
she
too
,
was
getting
excited
with
all
this
,
"
Don
’
t
swear
,
Teddy
!
He
isn
’
t
old
,
nor
anything
bad
,
but
good
and
kind
,
and
the
best
friend
I
’
ve
got
,
next
to
you
.
Pray
,
don
’
t
fly
into
a
passion
.
I
want
to
be
kind
,
but
I
know
I
shall
get
angry
if
you
abuse
my
Professor
.
I
haven
’
t
the
least
idea
of
loving
him
or
anybody
else
.
"
"
But
you
will
after
a
while
,
and
then
what
will
become
of
me
?
"
