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Little Women
And holding the little paper fast, as if it were a promise
yet to be fulfilled, Jo laid her head down on a comfortable
rag bag, and cried, as if in opposition to the rain pattering
on the roof.
Was it all self-pity, loneliness, or low spirits? Or was it
the waking up of a sentiment which had bided its time as
patiently as its inspirer? Who shall say?
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