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"
That
won
’
t
do
.
He
shall
not
shelter
himself
behind
a
promise
from
you
softhearted
girls
.
If
he
’
s
done
anything
amiss
,
he
shall
confess
,
beg
pardon
,
and
be
punished
.
Out
with
it
,
Jo
.
I
won
’
t
be
kept
in
the
dark
.
"
Mr
.
Laurence
looked
so
alarming
and
spoke
so
sharply
that
Jo
would
have
gladly
run
away
,
if
she
could
,
but
she
was
perched
aloft
on
the
steps
,
and
he
stood
at
the
foot
,
a
lion
in
the
path
,
so
she
had
to
stay
and
brave
it
out
.
"
Indeed
,
Sir
,
I
cannot
tell
.
Mother
forbade
it
.
Laurie
has
confessed
,
asked
pardon
,
and
been
punished
quite
enough
.
We
don
’
t
keep
silence
to
shield
him
,
but
someone
else
,
and
it
will
make
more
trouble
if
you
interfere
.
Please
don
’
t
.
It
was
partly
my
fault
,
but
it
’
s
all
right
now
.
So
let
’
s
forget
it
,
and
talk
about
the
Rambler
or
something
pleasant
.
"
"
Hang
the
Rambler
!
Come
down
and
give
me
your
word
that
this
harum
-
scarum
boy
of
mine
hasn
’
t
done
anything
ungrateful
or
impertinent
.
If
he
has
,
after
all
your
kindness
to
him
,
I
’
ll
thrash
him
with
my
own
hands
.
"
The
threat
sounded
awful
,
but
did
not
alarm
Jo
,
for
she
knew
the
irascible
old
gentleman
would
never
lift
a
finger
against
his
grandson
,
whatever
he
might
say
to
the
contrary
.
She
obediently
descended
,
and
made
as
light
of
the
prank
as
she
could
without
betraying
Meg
or
forgetting
the
truth
.
"
Hum
.
.
.
ha
.
.
.
well
,
if
the
boy
held
his
tongue
because
he
promised
,
and
not
from
obstinacy
,
I
’
ll
forgive
him
.
He
’
s
a
stubborn
fellow
and
hard
to
manage
,
"
said
Mr
.
Laurence
,
rubbing
up
his
hair
till
it
looked
as
if
he
had
been
out
in
a
gale
,
and
smoothing
the
frown
from
his
brow
with
an
air
of
relief
.
"
So
am
I
,
but
a
kind
word
will
govern
me
when
all
the
king
’
s
horses
and
all
the
king
’
s
men
couldn
’
t
,
"
said
Jo
,
trying
to
say
a
kind
word
for
her
friend
,
who
seemed
to
get
out
of
one
scrape
only
to
fall
into
another
.
"
You
think
I
’
m
not
kind
to
him
,
hey
?
"
was
the
sharp
answer
.
"
Oh
,
dear
no
,
Sir
.
You
are
rather
too
kind
sometimes
,
and
then
just
a
trifle
hasty
when
he
tries
your
patience
.
Don
’
t
you
think
you
are
?
"
Jo
was
determined
to
have
it
out
now
,
and
tried
to
look
quite
placid
,
though
she
quaked
a
little
after
her
bold
speech
.
