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'No,' replied Em'ly, shaking her head, 'I'm afraid of the sea.' ¡¡¡¡'Afraid!' I said, with a becoming air of boldness, and looking very big at the mighty ocean. 'I an't!' ¡¡¡¡'Ah! but it's cruel,' said Em'ly. 'I have seen it very cruel to some of our men. I have seen it tear a boat as big as our house, all to pieces.' ¡¡¡¡'I hope it wasn't the boat that -' ¡¡¡¡'That father was drownded in?' said Em'ly. 'No. Not that one, I never see that boat.' ¡¡¡¡'Nor him?'
I asked her. ¡¡¡¡Little Em'ly shook her head. 'Not to remember!' ¡¡¡¡Here was a coincidence! I immediately went into an explanation how I had never seen my own father; and how my mother and I had always lived by ourselves in the happiest state imaginable, and lived so then, and always meant to live so; and how my father's grave was in the churchyard near our house, and shaded by a tree,