1 I shall, because it's my fault she is sick.
2 Not for many months, dear, unless he is sick.
3 I've been sick with this cold so long, and shut up, I'm dying for some fun.
4 Take that Scott up to Mother's, and tell him I'm away, sick, dead, anything.
5 I have been every day, but the baby is sick, and I don't know what to do for it.
6 Amy can stay and make herself useful if she isn't sick, which I've no doubt she will be, looks like it now.
7 Laurie was sick and lonely, and feeling how rich she was in home and happiness, she gladly tried to share it with him.
8 Mother isn't sick, only very tired, and she says she is going to stay quietly in her room all day and let us do the best we can.
9 I'm sick of the sight of this, and there's no reason you should all die of a surfeit because I've been a fool, cried Amy, wiping her eyes.
10 She longed for her cats, but would not have them brought, lest they should get sick, and in her quiet hours she was full of anxiety about Jo.
11 "Don't use such dreadful expressions," replied Meg from the depths of the veil in which she had shrouded herself like a nun sick of the world.
12 She was sick all the next day, and on Saturday went home, quite used up with her fortnight's fun and feeling that she had 'sat in the lap of luxury' long enough.
13 A week of remorse nearly made Meg sick, and the discovery that John had countermanded the order for his new greatcoat reduced her to a state of despair which was pathetic to behold.
14 People wouldn't feel so bad about me if I was sick, and I don't deserve to have them, but I'd like to be loved and missed by a great many friends, so I'm going to try and be like Beth all I can.
15 A poor, bare, miserable room it was, with broken windows, no fire, ragged bedclothes, a sick mother, wailing baby, and a group of pale, hungry children cuddled under one old quilt, trying to keep warm.
16 Jo read till her eyes gave out and she was sick of books, got so fidgety that even good-natured Laurie had a quarrel with her, and so reduced in spirits that she desperately wished she had gone with Aunt March.
17 For a minute he was ruffled again at the mere thought of it, and then the fear that Meg would cry herself sick softened his heart, and sent him on at a quicker pace, resolving to be calm and kind, but firm, quite firm, and show her where she had failed in her duty to her spouse.
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