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Freckles
lay
dazed
with
astonishment
.
At
last
his
amazed
eyes
searched
the
room
for
something
approaching
the
human
to
which
he
could
appeal
,
and
falling
on
his
mother
’
s
portrait
,
he
set
it
before
him
.
“
For
the
love
of
life
!
Me
little
mother
,
”
he
panted
,
“
did
you
hear
that
?
Did
you
hear
it
!
Tell
me
,
am
I
living
,
or
am
I
dead
and
all
heaven
come
true
this
minute
?
Did
you
hear
it
?
”
He
shook
the
frame
in
his
impatience
at
receiving
no
answer
“
You
are
only
a
pictured
face
,
”
he
said
at
last
,
“
and
of
course
you
can
’
t
talk
;
but
the
soul
of
you
must
be
somewhere
,
and
surely
in
this
hour
you
are
close
enough
to
be
hearing
.
Tell
me
,
did
you
hear
that
?
I
can
’
t
ever
be
telling
a
living
soul
;
but
darling
little
mother
,
who
gave
your
life
for
mine
,
I
can
always
be
talking
of
it
to
you
!
Every
day
we
’
ll
talk
it
over
and
try
to
understand
the
miracle
of
it
.
Tell
me
,
are
all
women
like
that
?
Were
you
like
me
Swamp
Angel
?
If
you
were
,
then
I
’
m
understanding
why
me
father
followed
across
the
ocean
and
went
into
the
fire
.
”
Freckles
’
voice
ceased
,
his
eyes
closed
,
and
his
head
rolled
back
from
exhaustion
.
Later
in
the
day
he
insisted
on
seeing
Lord
and
Lady
O
’
More
,
but
he
fainted
before
the
resemblance
of
another
man
to
him
,
and
gave
all
of
his
friends
a
terrible
fright
.
The
next
morning
,
the
Man
of
Affairs
,
with
a
heart
filled
with
misgivings
,
undertook
the
interview
on
which
Freckles
insisted
.
His
fears
were
without
cause
.
Freckles
was
the
soul
of
honor
and
simplicity
.
“
Have
they
been
telling
you
what
’
s
come
to
me
?
”
he
asked
without
even
waiting
for
a
greeting
.
“
Yes
,
”
said
the
Angel
’
s
father
.
“
Do
you
think
you
have
the
very
worst
of
it
clear
to
your
understanding
?
”
Under
Freckles
’
earnest
eyes
the
Man
of
Affairs
answered
soberly
:
“
I
think
I
have
,
Mr
.
O
’
More
.
”
