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Chapter IV

        t important day I remember in all my life is teae. I am filled rasts bets. It hs before I was seven years old.

        On ternoon of t eventful day, I stood on tant. I guessed vaguely from my moto and fro in t somet to    to ted on teps. ternoon surated t covered turned face. My fingers lingered almost unsciously on t e freet t sout kerness inually fle.

        sea in a dense fog, angible    sense and anxious, groped o and sounding-line, and you ed ing    for someto    sion began, only I    pass or sounding-line, and ;Lig!"    of love s very hour.

        I felt approacsteps, I stretc my o my motook it, and I o me, and, more to love me.

        ter my teaco tle blind c titution    it and Laura Bridgman ; but I did not knoil afterward.

        a little ; I    oerested in tried to imitate it. ters correctly I o my motters for doll. I did not kno I    ed; I ation. In t folloo spell in t many , cup and a fe, stand and walk.

        But my teacood t everything has a name.

        One day, o my lap also, spelled "d-o-l-l" and tried to make me uand t "d-o-l-l" applied to botussle over t;m-u-g" and "-e-r." Miss Sullivao impress it upo "m-u-g" is mug and t "-e-r" is er, but I persisted in founding time, only to re t opportunity. I became impatient at ed attempts and, seizing t upon ted s of t my feet.    folloe outburst. I    loved till, dark iment or tenderness. I felt my teacs to one side of tisfa t t    into t, if a ion may be called a t, made me h pleasure.

        e o ttracted by t er and my teac. As tream guso ter, first sloood still, my ion fixed upon tions of    a misty sciousness as of sometten--a turning t; and someery of language o me. I kne "-e-r" meant t was flowing over my    living word

        a lig it free! till, it is true, but barriers t could in time be s away.

        I left to learn. Everyto a ne. As uro t    range, neering t my o tried vainly to put togetears; for I realized ime I felt repentand sorrow.

        I learned a great many ne day. I do not remember    I do kno moter, teaake t;like Aarons rod, ; It o find a    t eventful day and lived over t    me, and for t time longed for a neo e.
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