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“
Don
’
t
be
touching
me
until
I
rest
a
bit
,
”
he
pleaded
.
Then
he
twisted
his
head
until
he
saw
the
Angel
,
who
was
wiping
muck
from
her
eyes
and
face
on
the
skirt
of
her
dress
.
“
Try
to
get
up
,
”
he
begged
.
McLean
laid
hold
of
the
Angel
and
helped
her
to
her
feet
.
“
Do
you
think
any
bones
are
broken
?
”
gasped
Freckles
.
The
Angel
shook
her
head
and
wiped
muck
.
“
You
see
if
you
can
find
any
,
sir
,
”
Freckles
commanded
.
The
Angel
yielded
herself
to
McLean
’
s
touch
,
and
he
assured
Freckles
that
she
was
not
seriously
injured
.
Freckles
settled
back
,
a
smile
of
ineffable
tenderness
on
his
face
.
“
Thank
the
Lord
!
”
he
hoarsely
whispered
.
