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“
Please
not
,
”
said
the
Angel
.
“
I
’
ve
taken
this
man
unawares
,
when
he
’
s
in
a
rush
.
I
’
m
afraid
if
we
sit
down
we
’
ll
take
too
much
time
and
afterward
he
will
blame
me
.
”
She
walked
to
the
fountain
,
and
a
long
row
of
people
stared
with
all
the
varying
degrees
of
insolence
and
curiosity
that
Freckles
had
felt
they
would
.
He
glanced
at
the
Angel
.
NOW
would
she
see
?
“
On
my
soul
!
”
he
muttered
under
his
breath
.
“
They
don
’
t
aven
touch
her
!
”
She
laid
down
her
sunshade
and
gloves
.
She
walked
to
the
end
of
the
counter
and
turned
the
full
battery
of
her
eyes
on
the
attendant
.
“
Please
,
”
she
said
.
The
white
-
aproned
individual
stepped
back
and
gave
delighted
assent
.
The
Angel
stepped
beside
him
,
and
selecting
a
tall
,
flaring
glass
,
of
almost
paper
thinness
,
she
stooped
and
rolled
it
in
a
tray
of
cracked
ice
.
“
I
want
to
mix
a
drink
for
my
friend
,
”
she
said
.
“
He
has
a
long
,
hot
ride
before
him
,
and
I
don
’
t
want
him
started
off
with
one
of
those
old
palate
-
teasing
sweetnesses
that
you
mix
just
on
purpose
to
drive
a
man
back
in
ten
minutes
.
”
There
was
an
appreciative
laugh
from
the
line
at
the
counter
.
“
I
want
a
clear
,
cool
,
sparkling
drink
that
has
a
tang
of
acid
in
it
.
Where
’
s
the
cherry
phosphate
?
That
,
not
at
all
sweet
,
would
be
good
;
don
’
t
you
think
?
”
The
attendant
did
think
.
He
pointed
out
the
different
taps
,
and
the
Angel
compounded
the
drink
,
while
Freckles
,
standing
so
erect
he
almost
leaned
backward
,
gazed
at
her
and
paid
no
attention
to
anyone
else
.
When
she
had
the
glass
brimming
,
she
tilted
a
little
of
its
contents
into
a
second
glass
and
tasted
it
.
