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The
first
of
December
was
a
wintry
day
indeed
to
them
,
for
a
bitter
wind
blew
,
snow
fell
fast
,
and
the
year
seemed
getting
ready
for
its
death
.
When
Dr
.
Bangs
came
that
morning
,
he
looked
long
at
Beth
,
held
the
hot
hand
in
both
his
own
for
a
minute
,
and
laid
it
gently
down
,
saying
,
in
a
low
voice
to
Hannah
,
"
If
Mrs
.
March
can
leave
her
husband
she
’
d
better
be
sent
for
.
"
Hannah
nodded
without
speaking
,
for
her
lips
twitched
nervously
,
Meg
dropped
down
into
a
chair
as
the
strength
seemed
to
go
out
of
her
limbs
at
the
sound
of
those
words
,
and
Jo
,
standing
with
a
pale
face
for
a
minute
,
ran
to
the
parlor
,
snatched
up
the
telegram
,
and
throwing
on
her
things
,
rushed
out
into
the
storm
.
She
was
soon
back
,
and
while
noiselessly
taking
off
her
cloak
,
Laurie
came
in
with
a
letter
,
saying
that
Mr
.
March
was
mending
again
.
Jo
read
it
thankfully
,
but
the
heavy
weight
did
not
seem
lifted
off
her
heart
,
and
her
face
was
so
full
of
misery
that
Laurie
asked
quickly
,
"
What
is
it
?
Is
Beth
worse
?
"
"
I
’
ve
sent
for
Mother
,
"
said
Jo
,
tugging
at
her
rubber
boots
with
a
tragic
expression
.
"
Good
for
you
,
Jo
!
Did
you
do
it
on
your
own
responsibility
?
"
asked
Laurie
,
as
he
seated
her
in
the
hall
chair
and
took
off
the
rebellious
boots
,
seeing
how
her
hands
shook
.
"
No
.
The
doctor
told
us
to
.
"
"
Oh
,
Jo
,
it
’
s
not
so
bad
as
that
?
"
cried
Laurie
,
with
a
startled
face
.
"
Yes
,
it
is
.
She
doesn
’
t
know
us
,
she
doesn
’
t
even
talk
about
the
flocks
of
green
doves
,
as
she
calls
the
vine
leaves
on
the
wall
.
She
doesn
’
t
look
like
my
Beth
,
and
there
’
s
nobody
to
help
us
bear
it
.
Mother
and
father
both
gone
,
and
God
seems
so
far
away
I
can
’
t
find
Him
.
"
As
the
tears
streamed
fast
down
poor
Jo
’
s
cheeks
,
she
stretched
out
her
hand
in
a
helpless
sort
of
way
,
as
if
groping
in
the
dark
,
and
Laurie
took
it
in
his
,
whispering
as
well
as
he
could
with
a
lump
in
his
throat
,
"
I
’
m
here
.
Hold
on
to
me
,
Jo
,
dear
!
"
She
could
not
speak
,
but
she
did
‘
hold
on
’
,
and
the
warm
grasp
of
the
friendly
human
hand
comforted
her
sore
heart
,
and
seemed
to
lead
her
nearer
to
the
Divine
arm
which
alone
could
uphold
her
in
her
trouble
.
