Don’t, Jo. It’s so boyish!” “That’s why I do it.” “I detest rude, unladylike girls!” “I hate affected, niminy-piminy chits!
Utter his name again and I will take you at your word. In defending me he will forget he is a priest and teach you to respect and fear him as you never feared and respected man before. Say what you have to say and go.
How well we pull together, don’t we?” said Amy, who objected to silence just then. “So well that I wish we might always pull in the same boat. Will you, Amy?” very tenderly. “Yes, Laurie,” very low. Then they both stopped rowing, and unconsciously added a pretty little tableau of human love and happiness to the dissolving views reflected in the lake.
It might be unmanly, but he couldn’t help it, and I am glad of it.
Leave me in peace, the sight of you is abhorrent to me.
Innocent and ignorant as she was, the books she had read gave her some hints of the existence of sin and her woman’s nature warned her when no other voice was near to save.
Really, girls, you are both to be blamed,” said Meg, beginning to lecture in her elder-sisterly fashion. “You are old enough to leave off boyish tricks, and to behave better, Josephine. It didn’t matter so much when you were a little girl, but now you are so tall, and turn up your hair, you should remember that you are a young lady.
Clear and strong as an actual presence, that remembrance flashed upon her in an instant, that example upheld her, and the true love defeated the false.
I never knew how good and generous and tender he was till now, for he lets me read his heart, and I find it full of noble impulses and hopes and purposes, and am so proud to know it’s mine.
No, no! I detest, despise, hate and discard this man forever. My delusion is gone, I know him now, and nothing can restore love, respect or confidence. He is my evil genius, and long ago when as a reckless girl I said I’d sell my soul to Satan for a year of freedom little I knew that I should be taken at my word in such fearful earnest. I’ve been happy, I’ve paid a high price for it, and now I have no desire but to expiate the impious wish by patience and submission.
I feel strong now, I enjoy the air, the motion, and the thought that each step takes me farther from that man gives me new power and spirit. It is dark and strange, but I have no fear.
Mademoiselle, you are an angel!” exclaimed Vetrey. “Have no fear of further molestation, this gentleman’s time is up, he’ll never trouble you again for I shall guard him till he is shot tomorrow. A convict’s doom, Mademoiselle, and from it there is no escape.
Surely there is some redress for me, some safety in this land of law and liberty. I claim entire freedom from this man’s persecution; I will hide no longer, here I shall remain and let him molest me at his peril.
Fire, and deepen Rosamond’s detestation by adding another murder to your list of crimes.
You do not know him. He has no pity, and my defiance will but increase the excitement of the pursuit. I am solitary, poor and a woman; he powerful, rich and a man whom all fear. The world which rejects me though I am innocent will welcome him, the guilty, and uphold him.
This added a subtle sting to the retribution already darkening over him, for he who had won and wasted love so wantonly all his life now pined for it with a longing which nothing could appease, and pined in vain.
I just wish I could marry Meg myself, and keep her safe in the family.
So am I,” added Jo, slapping the pocket wherein reposed the long-desired Undine and Sintram.
There’s mischief going on, and I insist upon knowing what it is.
As Beth had hoped, the “tide went out easily” and in the dark hour before the dawn on the bosom where she had drawn her first breath, she quietly drew her last, with no farewell but one loving look, one little sigh.
So grouped, the curtain falls upon Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy. Whether it ever rises again, depends upon the reception given to the first act of the domestic drama called Little Women.