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“
Now
,
”
said
the
Angel
,
“
we
are
all
going
home
.
We
have
done
all
we
can
for
Freckles
.
His
people
are
here
.
He
should
know
them
.
They
are
very
anxious
to
become
acquainted
with
him
.
We
’
ll
resign
him
to
them
.
When
he
is
well
,
why
,
then
he
will
be
perfectly
free
to
go
to
Ireland
or
come
to
the
Limberlost
,
just
as
he
chooses
.
We
will
go
at
once
.
”
McLean
held
out
for
a
week
,
and
then
he
could
endure
it
no
longer
.
He
was
heart
hungry
for
Freckles
.
Communing
with
himself
in
the
long
,
soundful
nights
of
the
swamp
,
he
had
learned
to
his
astonishment
that
for
the
past
year
his
heart
had
been
circling
the
Limberlost
with
Freckles
.
He
began
to
wish
that
he
had
not
left
him
.
Perhaps
the
boy
—
his
boy
by
first
right
,
after
all
—
was
being
neglected
.
If
the
Boss
had
been
a
nervous
old
woman
,
he
scarcely
could
have
imagined
more
things
that
might
be
going
wrong
.
He
started
for
Chicago
,
loaded
with
a
big
box
of
goldenrod
,
asters
,
fringed
gentians
,
and
crimson
leaves
,
that
the
Angel
carefully
had
gathered
from
Freckles
’
room
,
and
a
little
,
long
slender
package
.
He
traveled
with
biting
,
stinging
jealousy
in
his
heart
.
He
would
not
admit
it
even
to
himself
,
but
he
was
unable
to
remain
longer
away
from
Freckles
and
leave
him
to
the
care
of
Lord
O
’
More
.
In
a
few
minutes
’
talk
,
while
McLean
awaited
admission
to
Freckles
’
room
,
his
lordship
had
chatted
genially
of
Freckles
’
rapid
recovery
,
of
his
delight
that
he
was
unspotted
by
his
early
surroundings
,
and
his
desire
to
visit
the
Limberlost
with
Freckles
before
they
sailed
;
he
expressed
the
hope
that
he
could
prevail
upon
the
Angel
’
s
father
to
place
her
in
his
wife
’
s
care
and
have
her
education
finished
in
Paris
.
He
said
they
were
anxious
to
do
all
they
could
to
help
bind
Freckles
’
arrangements
with
the
Angel
,
as
both
he
and
Lady
O
’
More
regarded
her
as
the
most
promising
girl
they
knew
,
and
one
who
could
be
fitted
to
fill
the
high
position
in
which
Freckles
would
place
her
.
Every
word
he
uttered
was
pungent
with
bitterness
to
McLean
.
The
swamp
had
lost
its
flavor
without
Freckles
;
and
yet
,
as
Lord
O
’
More
talked
,
McLean
fervently
wished
himself
in
the
heart
of
it
.
As
he
entered
Freckles
’
room
he
almost
lost
his
breath
.
Everything
was
changed
.
Freckles
lay
beside
a
window
where
he
could
follow
Lake
Michigan
’
s
blue
until
the
horizon
dipped
into
it
.
He
could
see
big
soft
clouds
,
white
-
capped
waves
,
shimmering
sails
,
and
puffing
steamers
trailing
billowing
banners
of
lavender
and
gray
across
the
sky
.
Gulls
and
curlews
wheeled
over
the
water
and
dipped
their
wings
in
the
foam
.
The
room
was
filled
with
every
luxury
that
taste
and
money
could
introduce
.
All
the
tan
and
sunburn
had
been
washed
from
Freckles
’
face
in
sweats
of
agony
.
It
was
a
smooth
,
even
white
,
its
brown
rift
scarcely
showing
.
What
the
nurses
and
Lady
O
’
More
had
done
to
Freckles
’
hair
McLean
could
not
guess
,
but
it
was
the
most
beautiful
that
he
ever
had
seen
.
Fine
as
floss
,
bright
in
color
,
waving
and
crisp
,
it
fell
around
the
white
face
.
They
had
gotten
his
arms
into
and
his
chest
covered
with
a
finely
embroidered
,
pale
-
blue
silk
shirt
,
with
soft
,
white
tie
at
the
throat
.
Among
the
many
changes
that
had
taken
place
during
his
absence
,
the
fact
that
Freckles
was
most
attractive
and
barely
escaped
being
handsome
remained
almost
unnoticed
by
the
Boss
,
so
great
was
his
astonishment
at
seeing
both
cuffs
turned
back
and
the
right
arm
in
view
.
Freckles
was
using
the
maimed
arm
that
previously
he
always
had
hidden
.
