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The Country of the Pointed Firs
·
Sarah Orne Jewett
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“I
never
want
to
hear
Joanna
laughed
about,”
she
said
anxiously.
“Nor
I,”
answered
Mrs.
Fosdick
reassuringly.
“She
was
crossed
in
love,--that
was
all
the
matter
to
begin
with;
but
as
I
look
back,
I
can
see
that
Joanna
was
one
doomed
from
the
first
to
fall
into
a
melancholy.
She
retired
from
the
world
for
good
an'
all,
though
she
was
a
well-off
woman.
All
she
wanted
was
to
get
away
from
folks;
she
thought
she
wasn't
fit
to
live
with
anybody,
and
wanted
to
be
free.
Shell-heap
Island
come
to
her
from
her
father,
and
first
thing
folks
knew
she'd
gone
off
out
there
to
live,
and
left
word
she
didn't
want
no
company.
'Twas
a
bad
place
to
get
to,
unless
the
wind
an'
tide
were
just
right;
'twas
hard
work
to
make
a
landing.”
“What
time
of
year
was
this?”
I
asked.
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