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The
Angel
leaned
toward
him
.
“
Now
,
Freckles
,
you
!
”
she
cried
.
“
It
’
s
your
turn
.
Please
get
up
!
”
A
pitiful
spasm
swept
Freckles
’
face
.
The
sight
of
it
washed
every
vestige
of
color
from
the
Angel
’
s
.
She
took
hold
of
his
hands
.
“
Freckles
,
get
up
!
”
It
was
half
command
,
half
entreaty
.
“
Easy
,
Angel
,
easy
!
Let
me
rest
a
bit
first
!
”
implored
Freckles
.
She
knelt
beside
him
.
He
reached
his
arm
around
her
and
drew
her
closely
.
He
looked
at
McLean
in
an
agony
of
entreaty
that
brought
the
Boss
to
his
knees
on
the
other
side
.
“
Oh
,
Freckles
!
”
McLean
cried
.
“
Not
that
!
Surely
we
can
do
something
!
We
must
!
Let
me
see
!
”
He
tried
to
unfasten
Freckles
’
neckband
,
but
his
fingers
shook
so
clumsily
that
the
Angel
pushed
them
away
and
herself
laid
Freckles
’
chest
bare
.
With
one
hasty
glance
she
gathered
the
clothing
together
and
slipped
her
arm
under
his
head
.
Freckles
lifted
his
eyes
of
agony
to
hers
.
“
You
see
?
”
he
said
.
The
Angel
nodded
dumbly
.
