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“
Must
I
go
after
the
Bird
Woman
?
”
she
pleaded
.
“
Indade
,
you
must
,
”
answered
Freckles
firmly
.
The
Angel
went
away
,
but
returned
to
say
that
the
Bird
Woman
was
telling
a
story
to
those
inside
and
she
could
not
come
for
a
short
time
.
“
You
won
’
t
come
in
?
”
she
pleaded
.
“
I
must
not
,
”
said
Freckles
.
“
I
am
not
dressed
to
be
among
your
friends
,
and
I
might
be
forgetting
meself
and
stay
too
long
.
”
“
Then
,
”
said
the
Angel
,
“
we
mustn
’
t
go
through
the
house
,
because
it
would
disturb
the
story
;
but
I
want
you
to
come
the
outside
way
to
the
conservatory
and
have
some
of
my
birthday
lunch
and
some
cake
to
take
to
Mrs
.
Duncan
and
the
babies
.
Won
’
t
that
be
fun
?
”
Freckles
thought
that
it
would
be
more
than
fun
,
and
followed
delightedly
.
The
Angel
gave
him
a
big
glass
,
brimming
with
some
icy
,
sparkling
liquid
that
struck
his
palate
as
it
never
had
been
touched
before
,
because
a
combination
of
frosty
fruit
juices
had
not
been
a
frequent
beverage
with
him
.
The
night
was
warm
,
and
the
Angel
most
beautiful
and
kind
.
A
triple
delirium
of
spirit
,
mind
,
and
body
seized
upon
him
and
developed
a
boldness
all
unnatural
.
He
slightly
parted
the
heavy
curtains
that
separated
the
conservatory
from
the
company
and
looked
between
.
He
almost
stopped
breathing
.
He
had
read
of
things
like
that
,
but
he
never
had
seen
them
.
The
open
space
seemed
to
stretch
through
half
a
dozen
rooms
,
all
ablaze
with
lights
,
perfumed
with
flowers
,
and
filled
with
elegantly
dressed
people
.
There
were
glimpses
of
polished
floors
,
sparkling
glass
,
and
fine
furnishings
.
From
somewhere
,
the
voice
of
his
beloved
Bird
Woman
arose
and
fell
.
