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“
Yes
,
”
said
the
Angel
;
“
I
am
.
But
there
is
a
good
deal
of
it
.
I
have
to
put
in
your
house
and
country
,
so
that
you
will
feel
located
.
”
“
Me
house
?
”
marveled
Freckles
.
“
Of
course
,
”
said
the
Angel
.
“
Your
uncle
says
your
grandmother
left
your
father
her
dower
house
and
estate
,
because
she
knew
his
father
would
cut
him
off
.
You
get
that
,
and
all
your
share
of
your
grandfather
’
s
property
besides
.
It
is
all
set
off
for
you
and
waiting
.
Lord
O
’
More
told
me
so
.
I
suspect
you
are
richer
than
McLean
,
Freckles
.
”
She
closed
his
fingers
over
the
slip
and
straightened
his
hair
.
“
Now
you
are
all
right
,
dear
Limberlost
guard
,
”
she
said
.
“
You
go
to
sleep
and
don
’
t
think
of
a
thing
but
just
pure
joy
,
joy
,
joy
!
I
’
ll
keep
your
people
until
you
wake
up
.
You
are
too
tired
to
see
anyone
else
just
now
!
”
Freckles
caught
her
skirt
as
she
turned
from
him
.
“
I
’
ll
go
to
sleep
in
five
minutes
,
”
he
said
,
“
if
you
will
be
doing
just
one
thing
more
for
me
.
Send
for
your
father
!
Oh
,
Angel
,
send
for
him
quick
!
How
will
I
ever
be
waiting
until
he
comes
?
”
One
instant
the
Angel
stood
looking
at
him
.
The
next
a
crimson
wave
darkly
stained
her
lovely
face
.
Her
chin
began
a
spasmodic
quivering
and
the
tears
sprang
into
her
eyes
.
Her
hands
caught
at
her
chest
as
if
she
were
stifling
.
Freckles
’
grasp
on
her
tightened
until
he
drew
her
beside
him
.
He
slipped
his
arm
around
her
and
drew
her
face
to
his
pillow
.
“
Don
’
t
,
Angel
;
for
the
love
of
mercy
don
’
t
be
doing
that
,
”
he
implored
.
“
I
can
’
t
be
bearing
it
.
Tell
me
.
You
must
tell
me
.
”
