You know it 's impossible for people to make themselves love other people if they do n't , '' cried Jo inelegantly but remorsefully , as she softly patted his shoulder , remembering the time when he had comforted her so long ago . `` They do sometimes , '' said a muffled voice from the post . `` I do n't believe it 's the right sort of love , and I 'd rather not try it , '' was the decided answer . There was a long pause , while a blackbird sung blithely on the willow by the river , and the tall grass rustled in the wind . Presently Jo said very soberly , as she sat down on the step of the stile , `` Laurie , I want to tell you something . '' He started as if he had been shot , threw up his head , and cried out in a fierce tone , `` Do n't tell me that , Jo , I ca n't bear it now ! '' `` Tell what ? '' she asked , wondering at his violence . `` That you love that old man . '' `` What old man ? '' demanded Jo , thinking he must mean his grandfather . `` That devilish Professor you were always writing about . If you say you love him , I know I shall do something desperate ; '' and he looked as if he would keep his word , as he clenched his hands with a wrathful spark in his eyes . Jo wanted to laugh , but restrained herself and said warmly , for she too , was getting excited with all this , `` Do n't swear , Teddy ! He is n't old , nor anything bad , but good and kind , and the best friend I 've got , next to you . Pray , do n't fly into a passion . I want to be kind , but I know I shall get angry if you abuse my Professor . I have n't the least idea of loving him or anybody else . '' `` But you will after a while , and then what will become of me ? '' `` You 'll love someone else too , like a sensible boy , and forget all this trouble . ''
`` I ca n't love anyone else , and I 'll never forget you , XXXXX , Never !
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