van vincent gogh night starry

van vincent gogh night starry
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¡¡¡¡`No, thank you, except call at the office, if you'll be so kind, dear. It's our day for a letter, and the postman hasn't been. Father is as regular as the sun, but there's some delay on the way, perhaps.' ¡¡¡¡A sharp ring interrupted her, and a minute after Hannah came in with a letter. ¡¡¡¡`It's one of them horrid telegraph things, mum,' she said, handing it as if she was afraid it would explode and do some damage. ¡¡¡¡At the word `telegraph', Mrs. March snatched it, read the two lines it c
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ontained, and dropped back into her chair as white as if the little paper had sent a bullet to her heart. Laurie dashed downstairs for water, while Meg and Hannah supported her, and Jo read aloud, in a frightened voice: ¡¡¡¡`MRS. MARCH: ¡¡¡¡Your husband is very ill. Come at once. ¡¡¡¡S. HALE, ¡¡¡¡Blank Hospital, Washington.' ¡¡¡¡How still the room was as they listened breathlessly, how strangely the day darkened outside, and how suddenly the whole world seemed to change, as the girls gathered about their