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“Jo's breath gave out here, and wrapping her head in the paper, she bedewed her little story with a few natural tears, for to be independent and earn the praise of those she loved were the dearest wishes of her heart, and this seemed to be the first step toward that happy end.”

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LOUISA MAY ALCOTT Ultimate Collection: 16 Novels & 150+ Short Stories, Plays and Poems (Illustrated): Little Women, Good Wives, Little Men, Jo's Boys, A Modern Mephistopheles, Eight Cousins, Rose in Bloom, Jack and Jill, Behind a Mask, Lulu's Library, The Abbot's Ghost, A Garland for Girls…

The LOUISA MAY ALCOTT Ultimate Collection is a treasure trove of literary works by the esteemed author. It encompasses her most famous novel, Little Women, as well as other notable titles such as Good Wives, Little Men, and Jo's Boys. The collection also includes a diverse range of short stories, plays, and poems, showcasing Alcott's versatility as a writer. With over 150 pieces, this collection provides a rich and varied exploration of Alcott's creative output, including works like A Modern Mephistopheles, Eight Cousins, Rose in Bloom, Jack and Jill, Behind a Mask, Lulu's Library, The Abbot's Ghost, and A Garland for Girls. The collection is beautifully illustrated, offering readers a visual experience alongside the text. more

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Louisa May Alcott
Louisa May Alcott

American novelist, famous for works such as 'Little Women'. Born on November 29, 1832, and died on March 6, 1888. more

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