After leaving the nuns at the orphanage, I spent several months on a Brazilian sugarcane plantation. The owner took me as a lover, and every evening we toured his vast demesne. A freight train arrived nightly, pulling miles of empty gondolas; and in the morning they left full of the resinous stalks. The overseer feared that I would have a child and so he had me poisoned. The owner took me to a Catholic hospital and a different order of nuns nursed me back to health. Upon my return, my lover had both the overseer and my maid caned as I watched. That night I climbed onto the train, hid beneath the sugarcane and slept as best I could.
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