Jo March:
If she had died it would've been my fault.
Marmee March:
She will be fine, the doctor said he didn't even think she'd catch cold.
Jo March:
What is wrong with me? I've made so many resolutions and written sad notes and cried over my sins, but it just doesn't seem to help. When I get in a passion I get so savage I could hurt anyone and I'd enjoy it.
Marmee March:
You remind me of myself.
Jo March:
But you're never angry.
Marmee March:
I'm angry nearly every day of my life.
Jo March:
You are?
Marmee March:
I'm not patient by nature, but with nearly forty years of effort I'm learning to not let it get the better of me.
Jo March:
I'll do the same, then.
Marmee March:
I hope you'll do a great deal better than me. There are some natures too noble to curb and too lofty to bend.
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