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That
speech
was
like
gunpowder
.
Laurie
looked
at
her
a
minute
as
if
he
did
not
quite
know
what
to
do
with
himself
,
then
turned
sharply
away
,
saying
in
a
desperate
sort
of
tone
,
"
You
’
ll
be
sorry
some
day
,
Jo
.
"
"
Oh
,
where
are
you
going
?
"
she
cried
,
for
his
face
frightened
her
.
"
To
the
devil
!
"
was
the
consoling
answer
.
For
a
minute
Jo
’
s
heart
stood
still
,
as
he
swung
himself
down
the
bank
toward
the
river
,
but
it
takes
much
folly
,
sin
or
misery
to
send
a
young
man
to
a
violent
death
,
and
Laurie
was
not
one
of
the
weak
sort
who
are
conquered
by
a
single
failure
.
He
had
no
thought
of
a
melodramatic
plunge
,
but
some
blind
instinct
led
him
to
fling
hat
and
coat
into
his
boat
,
and
row
away
with
all
his
might
,
making
better
time
up
the
river
than
he
had
done
in
any
race
.
Jo
drew
a
long
breath
and
unclasped
her
hands
as
she
watched
the
poor
fellow
trying
to
outstrip
the
trouble
which
he
carried
in
his
heart
.
"
That
will
do
him
good
,
and
he
’
ll
come
home
in
such
a
tender
,
penitent
state
of
mind
,
that
I
shan
’
t
dare
to
see
him
,
"
she
said
,
adding
,
as
she
went
slowly
home
,
feeling
as
if
she
had
murdered
some
innocent
thing
,
and
buried
it
under
the
leaves
.
"
Now
I
must
go
and
prepare
Mr
.
Laurence
to
be
very
kind
to
my
poor
boy
.
I
wish
he
’
d
love
Beth
,
perhaps
he
may
in
time
,
but
I
begin
to
think
I
was
mistaken
about
her
.
Oh
dear
!
How
can
girls
like
to
have
lovers
and
refuse
them
?
I
think
it
’
s
dreadful
.
"
Being
sure
that
no
one
could
do
it
so
well
as
herself
,
she
went
straight
to
Mr
.
Laurence
,
told
the
hard
story
bravely
through
,
and
then
broke
down
,
crying
so
dismally
over
her
own
insensibility
that
the
kind
old
gentleman
,
though
sorely
disappointed
,
did
not
utter
a
reproach
.
He
found
it
difficult
to
understand
how
any
girl
could
help
loving
Laurie
,
and
hoped
she
would
change
her
mind
,
but
he
knew
even
better
than
Jo
that
love
cannot
be
forced
,
so
he
shook
his
head
sadly
and
resolved
to
carry
his
boy
out
of
harm
’
s
way
,
for
Young
Impetuosity
’
s
parting
words
to
Jo
disturbed
him
more
than
he
would
confess
.
When
Laurie
came
home
,
dead
tired
but
quite
composed
,
his
grandfather
met
him
as
if
he
knew
nothing
,
and
kept
up
the
delusion
very
successfully
for
an
hour
or
two
.
But
when
they
sat
together
in
the
twilight
,
the
time
they
used
to
enjoy
so
much
,
it
was
hard
work
for
the
old
man
to
ramble
on
as
usual
,
and
harder
still
for
the
young
one
to
listen
to
praises
of
the
last
year
’
s
success
,
which
to
him
now
seemed
like
love
’
s
labor
lost
.
He
bore
it
as
long
as
he
could
,
then
went
to
his
piano
and
began
to
play
.
The
windows
were
open
,
and
Jo
,
walking
in
the
garden
with
Beth
,
for
once
understood
music
better
than
her
sister
,
for
he
played
the
‘
Sonata
Pathetique
’
,
and
played
it
as
he
never
did
before
.
"
That
’
s
very
fine
,
I
dare
say
,
but
it
’
s
sad
enough
to
make
one
cry
.
Give
us
something
gayer
,
lad
,
"
said
Mr
.
Laurence
,
whose
kind
old
heart
was
full
of
sympathy
,
which
he
longed
to
show
but
knew
not
how
.
Laurie
dashed
into
a
livelier
strain
,
played
stormily
for
several
minutes
,
and
would
have
got
through
bravely
,
if
in
a
momentary
lull
Mrs
.
March
’
s
voice
had
not
been
heard
calling
,
"
Jo
,
dear
,
come
in
.
I
want
you
.
"
