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And papa was away on his voyage to China, away on the high
seas, where no letter could reach him and Mr. Edwards knew
that. There was a fire in my heart now, that burned with sharp
pain. I felt as if it would burn my heart out. And now took
shape and form one single aim and purpose, which became for
years the foremost one of my life. It had been growing and
gathering. I set it clear before me from this time.
Meanwhile, my mother's daughter was not willing to be entirely
baffled by the overseer. I arranged with Darry that I would be
at the Cemetery hill on all pleasant Sunday afternoons; and
that all who wished to hear, me read, or who wished to learn
themselves, might meet me there. The Sunday afternoons were
often pleasant that winter. I was constantly at my post; and
many a one crept round to me from the quarters and made his
way through the graves and the trees to where I sat by the
iron railing. We were safe there. Nobody but me liked the
place. Miss Pinshon and the overseer agreed in shunning it.
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