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He
lifted
his
eyes
with
a
shadowy
pain
in
them
to
hers
,
and
found
them
of
serene
,
unconscious
purity
.
What
she
had
said
was
straight
from
a
kind
,
untainted
,
young
heart
.
She
meant
every
word
of
it
.
Freckles
’
soul
sickened
.
He
scarcely
knew
whether
he
could
muster
strength
to
stand
.
“
We
must
go
and
hunt
for
the
carriage
,
”
said
the
Angel
,
rising
.
In
instant
alarm
for
her
,
Freckles
sprang
up
,
grasped
the
cudgel
,
and
led
the
way
,
sharply
watching
every
step
.
He
went
as
close
the
log
as
he
felt
that
he
dared
,
and
with
a
little
searching
found
the
carriage
.
He
cleared
a
path
for
the
Angel
,
and
with
a
sigh
of
relief
saw
her
enter
it
safely
.
The
heat
was
intense
.
She
pushed
the
damp
hair
from
her
temples
.
“
This
is
a
shame
!
”
said
Freckles
.
“
You
’
ll
never
be
coming
here
again
.
”
“
Oh
yes
I
shall
!
”
said
the
Angel
.
“
The
Bird
Woman
says
that
these
birds
remain
over
a
month
in
the
nest
and
she
would
like
to
make
a
picture
every
few
days
for
seven
or
eight
weeks
,
perhaps
.
”
Freckles
barely
escaped
crying
aloud
for
joy
.
“
Then
don
’
t
you
ever
be
torturing
yourself
and
your
horse
to
be
coming
in
here
again
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
’
ll
show
you
a
way
to
drive
almost
to
the
nest
on
the
east
trail
,
and
then
you
can
come
around
to
my
room
and
stay
while
the
Bird
Woman
works
.
It
’
s
nearly
always
cool
there
,
and
there
’
s
comfortable
seats
,
and
water
.
”
“
Oh
!
did
you
have
drinking
-
water
there
?
”
she
cried
.
“
I
was
never
so
thirsty
or
so
hungry
in
my
life
,
but
I
thought
I
wouldn
’
t
mention
it
.
”
“
And
I
had
not
the
wit
to
be
seeing
!
”
wailed
Freckles
.
“
I
can
be
getting
you
a
good
drink
in
no
time
.
”
