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“Have I been all that to you, Jo?�� she asked, with wistful, humble earnestness.
“Oh, Beth, so much!�� And Jo’s head went down upon the pillow besides her sister’s.

“Then I don’t feel as I’d wasted my life. I’m not so good as you make me, but I have tried to do right; and now, when it’s too late to begin even to do better, it’s such a comfort to know that someone loves me so much, and feels as if I’d helped them.��

“More than any one in the world, Beth. I used to think I couldn’t let you go, but I’m learning to feel that I don’t lose you, that you’ll be more to me than ever, and death can’t part us, though it seems to.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women