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“
I
did
!
”
exclaimed
the
Angel
.
“
Didn
’
t
I
go
myself
,
all
alone
,
into
the
city
,
and
find
them
when
I
was
afraid
as
death
?
I
did
too
!
”
“
Two
gone
,
”
said
Freckles
.
“
You
didn
’
t
want
the
beautifulest
girl
in
the
world
to
be
telling
me
.
—
—
”
Down
went
the
Angel
’
s
face
and
a
heavy
sob
shook
her
.
Freckles
’
clasp
tightened
around
her
shoulders
,
while
his
face
,
in
its
conflicting
emotions
,
was
a
study
.
He
was
so
stunned
and
bewildered
by
the
miracle
that
had
been
performed
in
bringing
to
light
his
name
and
relatives
that
he
had
no
strength
left
for
elaborate
mental
processes
.
Despite
all
it
meant
to
him
to
know
his
name
at
last
,
and
that
he
was
of
honorable
birth
—
knowledge
without
which
life
was
an
eternal
disgrace
and
burden
the
one
thing
that
was
hammering
in
Freckles
’
heart
and
beating
in
his
brain
,
past
any
attempted
expression
,
was
the
fact
that
,
while
nameless
and
possibly
born
in
shame
,
the
Angel
had
told
him
that
she
loved
him
.
He
could
find
no
word
with
which
to
begin
to
voice
the
rapture
of
his
heart
over
that
.
But
if
she
regretted
it
—
if
it
had
been
a
thing
done
out
of
her
pity
for
his
condition
,
or
her
feeling
of
responsibility
,
if
it
killed
him
after
all
,
there
was
only
one
thing
left
to
do
.
Not
for
McLean
,
not
for
the
Bird
Woman
,
not
for
the
Duncans
would
Freckles
have
done
it
—
but
for
the
Angel
—
if
it
would
make
her
happy
—
he
would
do
anything
.
“
Angel
,
”
whispered
Freckles
,
with
his
lips
against
her
hair
,
“
you
haven
’
t
learned
your
history
book
very
well
,
or
else
you
’
ve
forgotten
.
”
“
Forgotten
what
?
”
sobbed
the
Angel
.
“
Forgotten
about
the
real
knight
,
Ladybird
,
”
breathed
Freckles
.
“
Don
’
t
you
know
that
,
if
anything
happened
that
made
his
lady
sorry
,
a
real
knight
just
simply
couldn
’
t
be
remembering
it
?
Angel
,
darling
little
Swamp
Angel
,
you
be
listening
to
me
.
There
was
one
night
on
the
trail
,
one
solemn
,
grand
,
white
night
,
that
there
wasn
’
t
ever
any
other
like
before
or
since
,
when
the
dear
Boss
put
his
arm
around
me
and
told
me
that
he
loved
me
;
but
if
you
care
,
Angel
,
if
you
don
’
t
want
it
that
way
,
why
,
I
ain
’
t
remembering
that
anyone
else
ever
did
—
not
in
me
whole
life
.
”
The
Angel
lifted
her
head
and
looked
into
the
depths
of
Freckles
’
honest
gray
eyes
,
and
they
met
hers
unwaveringly
;
but
the
pain
in
them
was
pitiful
.
“
Do
you
mean
,
”
she
demanded
,
“
that
you
don
’
t
remember
that
a
brazen
,
forward
girl
told
you
,
when
you
hadn
’
t
asked
her
,
that
she
”
—
the
Angel
choked
on
it
a
second
,
but
she
gave
a
gulp
and
brought
it
out
bravely
—
“
that
she
loved
you
?
”
