What is the climax of chapter iv of the story of my life?
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a. i lay in my crib at the close of the eventful day and lived over the
joys it had brought me, and for the first time longed for a new day
to come.
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b. i became impatient at her repeated attempts and, seizing the new
doll, i dashed it upon the floor.
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c. suddenly i felt a misty consciousness as of something forgotten
-- a thrill of returning thought, and somehow the mystery of
language was revealed to me.
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d. the little blind children at the perkins institution had sent (the doll)
and laura bridgman had dressed it.