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“
Oh
Angel
!
Will
you
go
now
?
Will
you
be
hurrying
?
”
he
cried
.
“
Right
away
,
”
said
the
Angel
.
“
I
won
’
t
stop
for
a
thing
,
and
I
’
ll
hurry
with
all
my
might
.
”
She
smoothed
his
pillow
,
straightened
the
cover
,
gave
him
one
steady
look
in
the
eyes
,
and
went
quietly
from
the
room
.
Outside
the
door
,
McLean
and
the
surgeon
anxiously
awaited
her
.
McLean
caught
her
shoulders
.
“
Angel
,
what
have
you
done
?
”
he
demanded
.
The
Angel
smiled
defiance
into
his
eyes
.
“
’
What
have
I
done
?
’
”
she
repeated
.
“
I
’
ve
tried
to
save
Freckles
.
”
“
What
will
your
father
say
?
”
groaned
McLean
.
“
It
strikes
me
,
”
said
the
Angel
,
“
that
what
Freckles
said
would
be
to
the
point
.
”
“
Freckles
!
”
exclaimed
McLean
.
“
What
could
he
say
?
”
