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¡¡¡¡They found Mr. Laurence standing before the fire in the great drawing room, but Jo's attention was entirely absorbed by a grand piano, which stood open. ¡¡¡¡`Do you play?' she asked, turning to Laurie with a respectful expression. ¡¡¡¡`Sometimes,' he answered, modestly. ¡¡¡¡`Please do now. I want to hear it so I can tell Beth.' ¡¡¡¡`Won't you first?' ¡¡¡¡`Don't know how; too stupid to learn, but I love music dearly.' ¡¡¡¡So Laurie played, and Jo listened, with her nose luxuriously buried in heliotrope and tea-roses. Her respect and regard for the `Laurence boy' increased very much, for he played remarkably well, and didn't put on any airs. She wished Beth could hear him, but she did not say so; only praised
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him till he was quite abashed and his grandfather came to the rescue. `That will do, that will do, young lady. Too many sugar-plums are not good for him. His music isn't bad, but I hope he will do as well in more important things. Going? Well, I'm much obliged to you, and I hope you'll come again. My respects to your mother. Good night, Doctor Jo.'
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
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