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Freckles
’
eyes
were
filled
with
tears
and
his
face
quivering
with
feeling
.
“
Dear
Mr
.
McLean
,
”
he
said
,
reaching
with
a
caress
over
the
Boss
’
s
black
hair
and
his
cheek
.
“
Dear
Boss
,
that
’
s
why
I
’
ve
wanted
you
so
.
I
knew
you
would
know
.
Now
you
will
be
looking
at
these
?
I
don
’
t
want
emeralds
,
because
that
’
s
what
she
gave
me
.
”
He
pushed
the
green
stones
into
a
little
heap
of
rejected
ones
.
Then
he
singled
out
all
the
pearls
.
“
Ain
’
t
they
pretty
things
?
”
he
said
.
“
I
’
ll
be
getting
her
some
of
those
later
.
They
are
like
lily
faces
,
turtle
-
head
flowers
,
dewdrops
in
the
shade
or
moonlight
;
but
they
haven
’
t
the
life
in
them
that
I
want
in
the
stone
I
give
to
the
Angel
right
now
.
”
Freckles
heaped
the
pearls
with
the
emeralds
.
He
studied
the
diamonds
a
long
time
.
“
These
things
are
so
fascinating
like
they
almost
tempt
one
,
though
they
ain
’
t
quite
the
proper
thing
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
’
ve
always
dearly
loved
to
be
watching
yours
,
sir
.
I
must
get
her
some
of
these
big
ones
,
too
,
some
day
.
They
’
re
like
the
Limberlost
in
January
,
when
it
’
s
all
ice
-
coated
,
and
the
sun
is
in
the
west
and
shines
through
and
makes
all
you
can
see
of
the
whole
world
look
like
fire
and
ice
;
but
fire
and
ice
ain
’
t
like
the
Angel
.
”
The
diamonds
joined
the
emeralds
and
pearls
.
There
was
left
a
little
red
heap
,
and
Freckles
’
fingers
touched
it
with
a
new
tenderness
.
His
eyes
were
flashing
.
“
I
’
m
thinking
here
’
s
me
Angel
’
s
stone
,
”
he
exulted
.
“
The
Limberlost
,
and
me
with
it
,
grew
in
mine
;
but
it
’
s
going
to
bloom
,
and
her
with
it
,
in
this
!
There
’
s
the
red
of
the
wild
poppies
,
the
cardinal
-
flowers
,
and
the
little
bunch
of
crushed
foxfire
that
we
found
where
she
put
it
to
save
me
.
There
’
s
the
light
of
the
campfire
,
and
the
sun
setting
over
Sleepy
Snake
Creek
.
There
’
s
the
red
of
the
blood
we
were
willing
to
give
for
each
other
.
It
’
s
like
her
lips
,
and
like
the
drops
that
dried
on
her
beautiful
arm
that
first
day
,
and
I
’
m
thinking
it
must
be
like
the
brave
,
tender
,
clean
,
red
heart
of
her
.
”
