During the bustle Jo had scarcely spoken but flown about , looking pale and wild , with her things half off , her dress torn , and her hands cut and bruised by ice and rails and refractory buckles . When Amy was comfortably asleep , the house quiet , and Mrs. March sitting by the bed , she called Jo to her and began to bind up the hurt hands . `` Are you sure she is safe ? '' whispered Jo , looking remorsefully at the golden head , which might have been swept away from her sight forever under the treacherous ice . `` Quite safe , dear . She is not hurt , and wo n't even take cold , I think , you were so sensible in covering and getting her home quickly , '' replied her mother cheerfully . `` Laurie did it all . I only let her go . Mother , if she should die , it would be my fault . '' And Jo dropped down beside the bed in a passion of penitent tears , telling all that had happened , bitterly condemning her hardness of heart , and sobbing out her gratitude for being spared the heavy punishment which might have come upon her . `` It 's my dreadful temper ! I try to cure it , I think I have , and then it breaks out worse than ever . Oh , Mother , what shall I do ? What shall I do ? '' cried poor Jo , in despair . `` Watch and pray , dear , never get tired of trying , and never think it is impossible to conquer your fault , '' said Mrs. March , drawing the blowzy head to her shoulder and kissing the wet cheek so tenderly that Jo cried even harder . `` You do n't know , you ca n't guess how bad it is ! It seems as if I could do anything when I 'm in a passion . I get so savage , I could hurt anyone and enjoy it . I 'm afraid I shall do something dreadful some day , and spoil my life , and make everybody hate me .
Oh , XXXXX , help me , do help me ! ''
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