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"
That
’
s
a
fib
!
"
cried
Jo
,
taking
her
by
the
shoulders
,
and
looking
fierce
enough
to
frighten
a
much
braver
child
than
Amy
.
"
It
isn
’
t
.
I
haven
’
t
got
it
,
don
’
t
know
where
it
is
now
,
and
don
’
t
care
.
"
"
You
know
something
about
it
,
and
you
’
d
better
tell
at
once
,
or
I
’
ll
make
you
.
"
And
Jo
gave
her
a
slight
shake
.
"
Scold
as
much
as
you
like
,
you
’
ll
never
see
your
silly
old
book
again
,
"
cried
Amy
,
getting
excited
in
her
turn
.
"
Why
not
?
"
"
I
burned
it
up
.
"
"
What
!
My
little
book
I
was
so
fond
of
,
and
worked
over
,
and
meant
to
finish
before
Father
got
home
?
Have
you
really
burned
it
?
"
said
Jo
,
turning
very
pale
,
while
her
eyes
kindled
and
her
hands
clutched
Amy
nervously
.
"
Yes
,
I
did
!
I
told
you
I
’
d
make
you
pay
for
being
so
cross
yesterday
,
and
I
have
,
so
.
.
.
"
Amy
got
no
farther
,
for
Jo
’
s
hot
temper
mastered
her
,
and
she
shook
Amy
till
her
teeth
chattered
in
her
head
,
crying
in
a
passion
of
grief
and
anger
.
.
.
"
You
wicked
,
wicked
girl
!
I
never
can
write
it
again
,
and
I
’
ll
never
forgive
you
as
long
as
I
live
.
"
