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'My wife, I have bad news for thee,' said Professor Bhaer, coming in one day early in January.
'Please tell it at once. I can't bear to wait, Fritz,' cried Mrs Jo, dropping her work and standing up as if to take the shot bravely.
'But we must wait and hope, heart's-dearest. Come and let us bear it together. Emil's ship is lost, and as yet no