[ SECRET POST #4831 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #4831 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I don't think George dies...are you thinking of Dan, maybe?

[(Anonymous)]

It's from the very end. "The boys prospered in their various callings; so did the girls, for Bess and Josie won honours in their artistic careers, and in the course of time found worthy mates. Nan remained a busy, cheerful, independent spinster, and dedicated her life to her suffering sisters and their children, in which true woman's work she found abiding happiness. Dan never married, but lived, bravely and usefully, among his chosen people till he was shot defending them, and at last lay quietly asleep in the green wilderness he loved so well, with a lock of golden hair upon his breast, and a smile on his face which seemed to say that Aslauga's Knight had fought his last fight and was at peace. Stuffy became an alderman, and died suddenly of apoplexy after a public dinner. Dolly was a society man of mark till he lost his money, when he found congenial employment in a fashionable tailoring establishment. Demi became a partner, and lived to see his name above the door, and Rob was a professor at Laurence College; but Teddy eclipsed them all by becoming an eloquent and famous clergyman, to the great delight of his astonished mother. And now, having endeavoured to suit everyone by many weddings, few deaths, and as much prosperity as the eternal fitness of things will permit, let the music stop, the lights die out, and the curtain fall for ever on the March family."

[(Anonymous)]

Ah, I see. Barely a mention, I'd forgotten about it.

[(Anonymous)]

It's worse than the Harry Potter Epilogue. So glad I never bothered to read Alcott.