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“
Freckles
!
”
she
wailed
in
terror
,
“
Freckles
!
It
is
a
mistake
?
Is
it
that
you
don
’
t
want
me
?
”
Freckles
’
head
rolled
on
in
wordless
suffering
.
“
Wait
a
bit
,
Angel
?
”
he
panted
at
last
.
“
Be
giving
me
a
little
time
!
”
The
Angel
arose
with
controlled
features
.
She
bathed
his
face
,
straightened
his
hair
,
and
held
water
to
his
lips
.
It
seemed
a
long
time
before
he
reached
toward
her
.
Instantly
she
knelt
again
,
carried
his
hand
to
her
breast
,
and
leaned
her
cheek
upon
it
.
“
Tell
me
,
Freckles
,
”
she
whispered
softly
.
“
If
I
can
,
”
said
Freckles
in
agony
.
“
It
’
s
just
this
.
Angels
are
from
above
.
Outcasts
are
from
below
.
You
’
ve
a
sound
body
and
you
’
re
beautifulest
of
all
.
You
have
everything
that
loving
,
careful
raising
and
money
can
give
you
.
I
have
so
much
less
than
nothing
that
I
don
’
t
suppose
I
had
any
right
to
be
born
.
It
’
s
a
sure
thing
—
nobody
wanted
me
afterward
,
so
of
course
,
they
didn
’
t
before
.
Some
of
them
should
have
been
telling
you
long
ago
.
”
“
If
that
’
s
all
you
have
to
say
,
Freckles
,
I
’
ve
known
that
quite
a
while
,
”
said
the
Angel
stoutly
.
“
Mr
.
McLean
told
my
father
,
and
he
told
me
.
That
only
makes
me
love
you
more
,
to
pay
for
all
you
’
ve
missed
.
”
“
Then
I
’
m
wondering
at
you
,
”
said
Freckles
in
a
voice
of
awe
.
“
Can
’
t
you
see
that
if
you
were
willing
and
your
father
would
come
and
offer
you
to
me
,
I
couldn
’
t
be
touching
the
soles
of
your
feet
,
in
love
—
me
,
whose
people
brawled
over
me
,
cut
off
me
hand
,
and
throwed
me
away
to
freeze
and
to
die
!
Me
,
who
has
no
name
just
as
much
because
I
’
ve
no
RIGHT
to
any
,
as
because
I
don
’
t
know
it
.
When
I
was
little
,
I
planned
to
find
me
father
and
mother
when
I
grew
up
.
Now
I
know
me
mother
deserted
me
,
and
me
father
was
maybe
a
thief
and
surely
a
liar
.
The
pity
for
me
suffering
and
the
watching
over
me
have
gone
to
your
head
,
dear
Angel
,
and
it
’
s
me
must
be
thinking
for
you
.
If
you
could
be
forgetting
me
lost
hand
,
where
I
was
raised
,
and
that
I
had
no
name
to
give
you
,
and
if
you
would
be
taking
me
as
I
am
,
some
day
people
such
as
mine
must
be
,
might
come
upon
you
.
I
used
to
pray
ivery
night
and
morning
and
many
times
the
day
to
see
me
mother
.
Now
I
only
pray
to
die
quickly
and
never
risk
the
sight
of
her
.
’
Tain
’
t
no
ways
possible
,
Angel
!
It
’
s
a
wildness
of
your
dear
head
.
Oh
,
do
for
mercy
sake
,
kiss
me
once
more
and
be
letting
me
go
!
”
“
Not
for
a
minute
!
”
cried
the
Angel
.
“
Not
for
a
minute
,
if
those
are
all
the
reasons
you
have
.
It
’
s
you
who
are
wild
in
your
head
,
but
I
can
understand
just
how
it
happened
.
Being
shut
in
that
Home
most
of
your
life
,
and
seeing
children
every
day
whose
parents
did
neglect
and
desert
them
,
makes
you
sure
yours
did
the
same
;
and
yet
there
are
so
many
other
things
that
could
have
happened
so
much
more
easily
than
that
.
There
are
thousands
of
young
couples
who
come
to
this
country
and
start
a
family
with
none
of
their
relatives
here
.
