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“
Oh
,
I
want
to
tell
you
!
I
must
tell
you
,
sir
,
”
shuddered
Freckles
.
“
I
cannot
be
bearing
it
the
day
out
alone
.
I
was
coming
to
you
when
I
remimbered
you
would
be
here
.
”
He
lifted
his
face
and
gazed
across
the
swale
,
with
his
jaws
set
firmly
a
minute
,
as
if
gathering
his
forces
.
Then
he
spoke
.
“
It
’
s
the
Angel
,
sir
,
”
he
said
.
Instinctively
McLean
’
s
grip
on
him
tightened
,
and
Freckles
looked
into
the
Boss
’
s
face
in
wonder
.
“
I
tried
,
the
other
day
,
”
said
Freckles
,
“
and
I
couldn
’
t
seem
to
make
you
see
.
It
’
s
only
that
there
hasn
’
t
been
an
hour
,
waking
or
sleeping
,
since
the
day
she
parted
the
bushes
and
looked
into
me
room
,
that
the
face
of
her
hasn
’
t
been
before
me
in
all
the
tinderness
,
beauty
,
and
mischief
of
it
.
She
talked
to
me
friendly
like
.
She
trusted
me
entirely
to
take
right
care
of
her
.
She
helped
me
with
things
about
me
books
.
She
traited
me
like
I
was
born
a
gintleman
,
and
shared
with
me
as
if
I
were
of
her
own
blood
.
She
walked
the
streets
of
the
town
with
me
before
her
friends
with
all
the
pride
of
a
queen
.
She
forgot
herself
and
didn
’
t
mind
the
Bird
Woman
,
and
run
big
risks
to
help
me
out
that
first
day
,
sir
.
This
last
time
she
walked
into
that
gang
of
murderers
,
took
their
leader
,
and
twisted
him
to
the
will
of
her
.
She
outdone
him
and
raced
the
life
almost
out
of
her
trying
to
save
me
.
“
Since
I
can
remimber
,
whatever
the
thing
was
that
happened
to
me
in
the
beginning
has
been
me
curse
.
I
’
ve
been
bitter
,
hard
,
and
smarting
under
it
hopelessly
.
She
came
by
,
and
found
me
voice
,
and
put
hope
of
life
and
success
like
other
men
into
me
in
spite
of
it
.
”
Freckles
held
up
his
maimed
arm
.
“
Look
at
it
,
sir
!
”
he
said
.
“
A
thousand
times
I
’
ve
cursed
it
,
hanging
there
helpless
.
She
took
it
on
the
street
,
before
all
the
people
,
just
as
if
she
didn
’
t
see
that
it
was
a
thing
to
hide
and
shrink
from
.
Again
and
again
I
’
ve
had
the
feeling
with
her
,
if
I
didn
’
t
entirely
forget
it
,
that
she
didn
’
t
see
it
was
gone
and
I
must
he
pointing
it
out
to
her
.
Her
touch
on
it
was
so
sacred
-
like
,
at
times
since
I
’
ve
caught
meself
looking
at
the
awful
thing
near
like
I
was
proud
of
it
,
sir
.
If
I
had
been
born
your
son
she
couldn
’
t
be
traiting
me
more
as
her
equal
,
and
she
can
’
t
help
knowing
you
ain
’
t
truly
me
father
.
Nobody
can
know
the
homeliness
or
the
ignorance
of
me
better
than
I
do
,
and
all
me
lack
of
birth
,
relatives
,
and
money
,
and
what
’
s
it
all
to
her
?
”
