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“
It
—
it
was
the
same
as
yours
,
”
she
ventured
,
barely
breathing
in
her
fear
.
Still
Freckles
lay
rigid
and
whiter
than
the
coverlet
.
“
Would
that
boy
be
as
old
as
me
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Yes
,
”
said
the
Angel
faintly
.
“
Angel
,
”
said
Freckles
at
last
,
catching
her
wrist
,
“
are
you
trying
to
tell
me
that
there
is
somebody
hunting
a
boy
that
you
’
re
thinking
might
be
me
?
Are
you
belavin
’
you
’
ve
found
me
relations
?
”
Then
the
Angel
’
s
eyes
came
home
.
The
time
had
come
.
She
pinioned
Freckles
’
arms
to
his
sides
and
bent
above
him
.
“
How
strong
are
you
,
dear
heart
?
”
she
breathed
.
“
How
brave
are
you
?
Can
you
bear
it
?
Dare
I
tell
you
that
?
”
“
No
!
”
gasped
Freckles
.
“
Not
if
you
’
re
sure
!
I
can
’
t
bear
it
!
I
’
ll
die
if
you
do
!
”
The
day
had
been
one
unremitting
strain
with
the
Angel
.
Nerve
tension
was
drawn
to
the
finest
thread
.
It
snapped
suddenly
.
“
Die
!
”
she
flamed
.
“
Die
,
if
I
tell
you
that
!
You
said
this
morning
that
you
would
die
if
you
DIDN
’
T
know
your
name
,
and
if
your
people
were
honorable
.
Now
I
’
ve
gone
and
found
you
a
name
that
stands
for
ages
of
honor
,
a
mother
who
loved
you
enough
to
go
into
the
fire
and
die
for
you
,
and
the
nicest
kind
of
relatives
,
and
you
turn
round
and
say
you
’
ll
die
over
that
!
YOU
JUST
TRY
DYING
AND
YOU
’
LL
GET
A
GOOD
SLAP
!
”
