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Brooke looked so hurt that Meg thought she must have done something very rudeShe blushed up to the little curls on her forehead, for he had never called her Margaret before, and she was surprised to find how natural and sweet it seemed to hear him say itAnxious to appear friendly and at her ease, she put out her hand with a confiding gesture, and said gratefully
"How can I be afraid when you have been so kind to Father? I only wish I could thank you for it
"Shall I tell you how?" asked MrBrooke, holding the small hand fast in both his own, and looking down at Meg with so much love in the brown eyes that her heart began to flutter, and she both longed to run away and to stop and listen
"Oh no, please don't, I'd rather not," she said, trying to withdraw her hand, and looking frightened in spite of her denial
"I won't trouble youI only want to know if you care for me a little, MegI love you so much, dear," added Mr
This was black and white chanel the moment for the calm, proper speech, but Meg didn't make itShe forgot every word of it, hung her head, and answered, "I don't know," so softly that John had to stoop down to catch the foolish little reply
He seemed to think it was worth the trouble, for he smiled to himself as if quite satisfied, pressed the plump hand gratefully, and said in his most persuasive tone, "Will you try and find out? I want to know so much, for I can't go to work with any heart until I learn whether I am to have my reward in the end or not
"I'm too young," faltered Meg, wondering was she was so fluttered, yet rather enjoying it
"I'll wait, and in the meantime, you could be learning to like meWould it be a very hard lesson, dear?"
"Not if I chose to learn it, but
"Please choose to learn, MegI love you to teach, and this is easier than German," broke in John, getting possession of the other hand, so that she had no way of hiding her face as gucci fabric he bent to look into it
His tone was properly beseeching, but stealing a shy look at him, Meg saw that his eyes were merry as well as tender, and that he wore the satisfied smile of one who had no doubt of his successAnnie Moffat's foolish lessons in coquetry came into her mind, and the love of power, which sleeps in the bosoms of the best of little women, woke up all of a sudden and took possession of herShe felt excited and strange, and not knowing what else to do, followed a capricious impulse, and, withdrawing her hands, said petulantly, "I don't choosePlease go away and let me be!"
Poor MrBrooke looked as if his lovely castle in the air was tumbling about his ears, for he had never seen Meg in such a mood before, and it rather bewildered him
"Do you really mean that?" he asked anxiously, following her as she walked awayI don't want to be worried about such thingsFather says I needn't, it's too soon and I'd rather not mens cartier watch
"Mayn't I hope you'll change your mind by-and-by? I'll wait and say nothing till you have had more timeDon't play with me, MegI didn't think that of you
"Don't think of me at allI'd rather you wouldn't," said Meg, taking a naughty satisfaction in trying her lover's patience and her own powerHe was grave and pale now, and looked decidedly more like the novel heroes whom she admired, but he neither slapped his forehead nor tramped about the room as they didHe just stood looking at her so wistfully, so tenderly, that she found her heart relenting in spite of herselfWhat would have happened next I cannot say, if Aunt March had not come hobbling in at this interesting minute
The old lady couldn't resist her longing to see her nephew, for she had met Laurie as she took her airing, and hearing of MrMarch's arrival, drove straight out to see himThe family were all busy in the back part of the house, and she had made her way quietly louis vuitton bags wholesale in, hoping to surprise themShe did surprise two of them so much that Meg started as if she had seen a ghost, and MrBrooke vanished into the study
"Bless me, what's all this?" cried the old lady with a rap of her cane as she glanced from the pale young gentleman to the scarlet young lady
"It's Father's friendI'm so surprised to see you!" stammered Meg, feeling that she was in for a lecture now
"That's evident," returned Aunt March, sitting down"But what is Father's friend saying to make you look like a peony? There's mischief going on, and I insist upon knowing what it is," with another rap
"We were only talkingBrooke came for his umbrella," began Meg, wishing that MrBrooke and the umbrella were safely out of the house
"Brooke? That boy's tutor? Ah! I understand nowJo blundered into a wrong message in one of your Father's letters, and I made her tell meYou haven't gone and accepted him, child?" cried Aunt March, looking dior handbag sale scandali
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