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Show Page 14 you a favor," snarled Rose. "But if that is the way you feel, I'll not be doin' you another." Giving me a wrathful look, Rose picked up Aunt Mary's shawl and deliberately wiped her grimy hands on it ere she flung it back into the chest and strutted away. ******************** May 14, 1620 A new morning has come and I shall go up on deck. I have spent enough time sitting below in the dusk and my sorrowing is done. I will look to the west from whence will appear my new home. The breeze will wash away all traces of the tears I have wept for dear Aunt Mary, who would have made Virginia a place of light and happiness. I shall miss her sorely. ********************* I clambered up the ladder, catching the toe of my shoe in my hem, as I was wont to do. Anne was near the bow of the ship, leaning into the breeze, a look of bliss upon her face. "Come stand beside me, Sarah," she called. "The sea air feels exceedingly marvelous. "How good it is to be in the fresh air," she said, when I |