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“
As
for
my
father
,
”
she
continued
,
“
he
at
once
told
me
what
he
learned
from
you
about
Freckles
.
I
’
ve
known
all
you
know
for
several
weeks
.
That
knowledge
didn
’
t
change
your
love
for
him
a
particle
.
I
think
the
Bird
Woman
loved
him
more
Why
should
you
two
have
all
the
fine
perceptions
there
are
?
Can
’
t
I
see
how
brave
,
trustworthy
,
and
splendid
he
is
?
Can
’
t
I
see
how
his
soul
vibrates
with
his
music
,
his
love
of
beautiful
things
and
the
pangs
of
loneliness
and
heart
hunger
?
Must
you
two
love
him
with
all
the
love
there
is
,
and
I
give
him
none
?
My
father
is
never
unreasonable
.
He
won
’
t
expect
me
not
to
love
Freckles
,
or
not
to
tell
him
so
,
if
the
telling
will
save
him
.
”
She
darted
past
McLean
into
Freckles
’
room
,
closed
the
door
,
and
turned
the
key
.
Freckles
lay
on
a
flat
pillow
,
his
body
immovable
in
a
plaster
cast
,
his
maimed
arm
,
as
always
,
hidden
.
His
greedy
gaze
fastened
at
once
on
the
Angel
’
s
face
.
She
crossed
to
him
with
light
step
and
bent
over
him
with
infinite
tenderness
.
Her
heart
ached
at
the
change
in
his
appearance
.
He
seemed
so
weak
,
heart
hungry
,
so
utterly
hopeless
,
so
alone
.
She
could
see
that
the
night
had
been
one
long
terror
.
For
the
first
time
she
tried
putting
herself
in
Freckles
’
place
.
What
would
it
mean
to
have
no
parents
,
no
home
,
no
name
?
No
name
!
That
was
the
worst
of
all
.
That
was
to
be
lost
—
indeed
—
utterly
and
hopelessly
lost
.
The
Angel
lifted
her
hands
to
her
dazed
head
and
reeled
,
as
she
tried
to
face
that
proposition
.
She
dropped
on
her
knees
beside
the
bed
,
slipped
her
arm
under
the
pillow
,
and
leaning
over
Freckles
,
set
her
lips
on
his
forehead
.
He
smiled
faintly
,
but
his
wistful
face
appeared
worse
for
it
.
It
hurt
the
Angel
to
the
heart
.
“
Dear
Freckles
,
”
she
said
,
“
there
is
a
story
in
your
eyes
this
morning
,
tell
me
?
”
Freckles
drew
a
long
,
wavering
breath
.
“
Angel
,
”
he
begged
,
“
be
generous
!
Be
thinking
of
me
a
little
.
I
’
m
so
homesick
and
worn
out
,
dear
Angel
,
be
giving
me
back
me
promise
.
Let
me
go
?
”
“
Why
Freckles
!
”
faltered
the
Angel
.
“
You
don
’
t
know
what
you
are
asking
.
’
Let
you
go
!
’
I
cannot
!
I
love
you
better
than
anyone
,
Freckles
.
I
think
you
are
the
very
finest
person
I
ever
knew
.
I
have
our
lives
all
planned
.
I
want
you
to
be
educated
and
learn
all
there
is
to
know
about
singing
,
just
as
soon
as
you
are
well
enough
.
By
the
time
you
have
completed
your
education
I
will
have
finished
college
,
and
then
I
want
,
”
she
choked
a
second
,
“
I
want
you
to
be
my
real
knight
,
Freckles
,
and
come
to
me
and
tell
me
that
you
—
like
me
—
a
little
.
I
have
been
counting
on
you
for
my
sweetheart
from
the
very
first
,
Freckles
.
I
can
’
t
give
you
up
,
unless
you
don
’
t
like
me
.
But
you
do
like
me
—
just
a
little
—
don
’
t
you
,
Freckles
?
”
