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Freckles
lifted
the
ruby
to
his
lips
and
handed
it
to
McLean
.
“
I
’
ll
be
signing
me
cheque
and
you
have
it
set
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
want
you
to
draw
me
money
and
pay
for
it
with
those
very
same
dollars
,
sir
.
”
Again
the
heart
of
McLean
took
hope
.
“
Freckles
,
may
I
ask
you
something
?
”
he
said
.
“
Why
,
sure
,
”
said
Freckles
.
“
There
’
s
nothing
you
would
be
asking
that
it
wouldn
’
t
be
giving
me
joy
to
be
telling
you
.
”
McLean
’
s
eyes
traveled
to
Freckles
’
right
arm
with
which
he
was
moving
the
jewels
.
“
Oh
,
that
!
”
cried
Freckles
with
a
laugh
.
“
You
’
re
wanting
to
know
where
all
the
bitterness
is
gone
?
Well
sir
,
’
twas
carried
from
me
soul
,
heart
,
and
body
on
the
lips
of
an
Angel
.
Seems
that
hurt
was
necessary
in
the
beginning
to
make
today
come
true
.
The
wound
had
always
been
raw
,
but
the
Angel
was
healing
it
.
If
she
doesn
’
t
care
,
I
don
’
t
.
Me
dear
new
father
doesn
’
t
,
nor
me
aunt
and
uncle
,
and
you
never
did
.
Why
should
I
be
fretting
all
me
life
about
what
can
’
t
be
helped
.
The
real
truth
is
,
that
since
what
happened
to
it
last
week
,
I
’
m
so
everlastingly
proud
of
it
I
catch
meself
sticking
it
out
on
display
a
bit
.
”
Freckles
looked
the
Boss
in
the
eyes
and
began
to
laugh
.
“
Well
thank
heaven
!
”
said
McLean
.
“
Now
it
’
s
me
turn
,
”
said
Freckles
.
