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"
It
serves
me
right
!
what
business
had
I
to
put
on
all
my
best
things
and
come
philandering
down
here
,
hoping
to
see
the
Professor
?
Jo
,
I
’
m
ashamed
of
you
!
No
,
you
shall
not
go
there
to
borrow
an
umbrella
,
or
find
out
where
he
is
,
from
his
friends
.
You
shall
trudge
away
,
and
do
your
errands
in
the
rain
,
and
if
you
catch
your
death
and
ruin
your
bonnet
,
it
’
s
no
more
than
you
deserve
.
Now
then
!
"
With
that
she
rushed
across
the
street
so
impetuously
that
she
narrowly
escaped
annihilation
from
a
passing
truck
,
and
precipitated
herself
into
the
arms
of
a
stately
old
gentleman
,
who
said
,
"
I
beg
pardon
,
ma
’
am
,
"
and
looked
mortally
offended
.
Somewhat
daunted
,
Jo
righted
herself
,
spread
her
handkerchief
over
the
devoted
ribbons
,
and
putting
temptation
behind
her
,
hurried
on
,
with
increasing
dampness
about
the
ankles
,
and
much
clashing
of
umbrellas
overhead
.
The
fact
that
a
somewhat
dilapidated
blue
one
remained
stationary
above
the
unprotected
bonnet
attracted
her
attention
,
and
looking
up
,
she
saw
Mr
.
Bhaer
looking
down
.
"
I
feel
to
know
the
strong
-
minded
lady
who
goes
so
bravely
under
many
horse
noses
,
and
so
fast
through
much
mud
.
What
do
you
down
here
,
my
friend
?
"
"
I
’
m
shopping
.
"
Mr
.
Bhaer
smiled
,
as
he
glanced
from
the
pickle
factory
on
one
side
to
the
wholesale
hide
and
leather
concern
on
the
other
,
but
he
only
said
politely
,
"
You
haf
no
umbrella
.
May
I
go
also
,
and
take
for
you
the
bundles
?
"
"
Yes
,
thank
you
.
"
Jo
’
s
cheeks
were
as
red
as
her
ribbon
,
and
she
wondered
what
he
thought
of
her
,
but
she
didn
’
t
care
,
for
in
a
minute
she
found
herself
walking
away
arm
in
arm
with
her
Professor
,
feeling
as
if
the
sun
had
suddenly
burst
out
with
uncommon
brilliancy
,
that
the
world
was
all
right
again
,
and
that
one
thoroughly
happy
woman
was
paddling
through
the
wet
that
day
.
"
We
thought
you
had
gone
,
"
said
Jo
hastily
,
for
she
knew
he
was
looking
at
her
.
Her
bonnet
wasn
’
t
big
enough
to
hide
her
face
,
and
she
feared
he
might
think
the
joy
it
betrayed
unmaidenly
.
"
Did
you
believe
that
I
should
go
with
no
farewell
to
those
who
haf
been
so
heavenly
kind
to
me
?
"
he
asked
so
reproachfully
that
she
felt
as
if
she
had
insulted
him
by
the
suggestion
,
and
answered
heartily
.
.
.
