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“
He
seemed
to
be
able
to
say
several
things
,
”
answered
the
Angel
sweetly
.
“
I
fancy
the
one
that
concerns
you
most
at
present
was
,
that
if
my
father
should
offer
me
to
him
he
would
not
have
me
.
”
“
And
no
one
knows
why
better
than
I
do
,
”
cried
McLean
.
“
Every
day
he
must
astonish
me
with
some
new
fineness
.
”
He
turned
to
the
surgeon
.
“
Save
him
!
”
he
commanded
.
“
Save
him
!
”
he
implored
.
“
He
is
too
fine
to
be
sacrificed
.
”
“
His
salvation
lies
here
,
”
said
the
surgeon
,
stroking
the
Angel
’
s
sunshiny
hair
,
“
and
I
can
read
in
the
face
of
her
that
she
knows
how
she
is
going
to
work
it
out
.
Don
’
t
trouble
for
the
boy
.
She
will
save
him
!
”
The
Angel
laughingly
sped
down
the
hall
,
and
into
the
street
,
just
as
she
was
.
“
I
have
come
,
”
she
said
to
the
matron
of
the
Home
,
“
to
ask
if
you
will
allow
me
to
examine
,
or
,
better
yet
,
to
take
with
me
,
the
little
clothes
that
a
boy
you
called
Freckles
,
discharged
last
fall
,
wore
the
night
he
was
left
here
.
”
The
woman
looked
at
her
in
greater
astonishment
than
the
occasion
demanded
.
“
Well
,
I
’
d
be
glad
to
let
you
see
them
,
”
she
said
at
last
,
“
but
the
fact
is
we
haven
’
t
them
.
I
do
hope
we
haven
’
t
made
some
mistake
.
I
was
thoroughly
convinced
,
and
so
was
the
superintendent
.
We
let
his
people
take
those
things
away
yesterday
.
Who
are
you
,
and
what
do
you
want
with
them
?
”
The
Angel
stood
dazed
and
speechless
,
staring
at
the
matron
.
