Маленькие женщины

A Telegram

           "Itriedit,butfeltwiderawakethanever."

           "Whatdidyouthinkof?"

           "Handsomefaceseyesparticularly,"answeredMeg,smilingtoherselfinthedark.

           "Whatcolordoyoulikebest?"

           "Brown,thatis,sometimes.Bluearelovely."

           Jolaughed,andMegsharplyorderedhernottotalk,thenamiablypromisedtomakeherhaircurl,andfellasleeptodreamoflivinginhercastleintheair.

           Theclockswerestrikingmidnightandtheroomswereverystillasafigureglidedquietlyfrombedtobed,smoothingacoverlethere,settlingapillowthere,andpausingtolooklongandtenderlyateachunconsciousface,tokisseachwithlipsthatmutelyblessed,andtopraytheferventprayerswhichonlymothersutter.Assheliftedthecurtaintolookoutintothedrearynight,themoonbrokesuddenlyfrombehindthecloudsandshoneuponherlikeabright,benignantface,whichseemedtowhisperinthesilence,"Becomforted,dearsoul!Thereisalwayslightbehindtheclouds."

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