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"
Perhaps
it
was
wrong
,
but
I
tried
to
do
right
.
I
wasn
’
t
sure
,
no
one
said
anything
,
and
I
hoped
I
was
mistaken
.
It
would
have
been
selfish
to
frighten
you
all
when
Marmee
was
so
anxious
about
Meg
,
and
Amy
away
,
and
you
so
happy
with
Laurie
—
at
least
I
thought
so
then
.
"
"
And
I
thought
you
loved
him
,
Beth
,
and
I
went
away
because
I
couldn
’
t
,
"
cried
Jo
,
glad
to
say
all
the
truth
.
Beth
looked
so
amazed
at
the
idea
that
Jo
smiled
in
spite
of
her
pain
,
and
added
softly
,
"
Then
you
didn
’
t
,
dearie
?
I
was
afraid
it
was
so
,
and
imagined
your
poor
little
heart
full
of
lovelornity
all
that
while
.
"
"
Why
,
Jo
,
how
could
I
,
when
he
was
so
fond
of
you
?
"
asked
Beth
,
as
innocently
as
a
child
.
"
I
do
love
him
dearly
.
He
is
so
good
to
me
,
how
can
I
help
It
?
But
he
could
never
be
anything
to
me
but
my
brother
.
I
hope
he
truly
will
be
,
sometime
.
"
"
Not
through
me
,
"
said
Jo
decidedly
.
"
Amy
is
left
for
him
,
and
they
would
suit
excellently
,
but
I
have
no
heart
for
such
things
,
now
.
I
don
’
t
care
what
becomes
of
anybody
but
you
,
Beth
.
You
must
get
well
.
"
"
I
want
to
,
oh
,
so
much
!
I
try
,
but
every
day
I
lose
a
little
,
and
feel
more
sure
that
I
shall
never
gain
it
back
.
It
’
s
like
the
tide
,
Jo
,
when
it
turns
,
it
goes
slowly
,
but
it
can
’
t
be
stopped
.
"
"
It
shall
be
stopped
,
your
tide
must
not
turn
so
soon
,
nineteen
is
too
young
,
Beth
.
I
can
’
t
let
you
go
.
I
’
ll
work
and
pray
and
fight
against
it
.
I
’
ll
keep
you
in
spite
of
everything
.
There
must
be
ways
,
it
can
’
t
be
too
late
.
God
won
’
t
be
so
cruel
as
to
take
you
from
me
,
"
cried
poor
Jo
rebelliously
,
for
her
spirit
was
far
less
piously
submissive
than
Beth
’
s
.
Simple
,
sincere
people
seldom
speak
much
of
their
piety
.
It
shows
itself
in
acts
rather
than
in
words
,
and
has
more
influence
than
homilies
or
protestations
.
Beth
could
not
reason
upon
or
explain
the
faith
that
gave
her
courage
and
patience
to
give
up
life
,
and
cheerfully
wait
for
death
.
Like
a
confiding
child
,
she
asked
no
questions
,
but
left
everything
to
God
and
nature
,
Father
and
Mother
of
us
all
,
feeling
sure
that
they
,
and
they
only
,
could
teach
and
strengthen
heart
and
spirit
for
this
life
and
the
life
to
come
.
She
did
not
rebuke
Jo
with
saintly
speeches
,
only
loved
her
better
for
her
passionate
affection
,
and
clung
more
closely
to
the
dear
human
love
,
from
which
our
Father
never
means
us
to
be
weaned
,
but
through
which
He
draws
us
closer
to
Himself
.
She
could
not
say
,
"
I
’
m
glad
to
go
,
"
for
life
was
very
sweet
for
her
.
She
could
only
sob
out
,
"
I
try
to
be
willing
,
"
while
she
held
fast
to
Jo
,
as
the
first
bitter
wave
of
this
great
sorrow
broke
over
them
together
.
