t important day I remember in all my life is teaco me. I am filled rasts bets. It hs before I was seven years old.
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sea in a dense fog, angible sense and anxious, groped o and sounding-line, and you ed ing for someto sion began, only I compass or sounding-line, and ;Lig!quot; 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 once interested 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 quot;d-o-l-lquot; and tried to make me understand t quot;d-o-l-lquot; applied to botussle over t;m-u-gquot; and quot;-e-r.quot; Miss Sullivan ried to impress it upon me t quot;m-u-gquot; is mug and t quot;-e-rquot; is er, but I persisted in confounding time, only to rene at t opportunity. I became impatient at ed attempts and, seizing t upon ted s of t my feet. Neit folloe outburst. I loved till, dark iment or tenderness. I felt my teacs to one side of tisfaction 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 consciousness as of sometten--a turning t; and someery of language o me. I kne quot;-e-rquot; 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 urned to t range, neering t my o tried vainly to put togetears; for I realized ime I felt repentance and sorrow.
I learned a great many ne day. I do not remember I do kno moter, teac o make t;like Aarons rod, ; It o find a t eventful day and lived over t me, and for t time longed for a neo come.