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You
love
the
shamrock
green
!
”
At
the
last
note
,
Freckles
’
voice
ceased
and
he
looked
at
the
Angel
.
He
had
given
his
best
and
his
all
.
He
fell
on
his
knees
and
folded
his
arms
across
his
breast
.
The
Angel
,
as
if
magnetized
,
walked
straight
down
the
aisle
to
him
,
and
running
her
fingers
into
the
crisp
masses
of
his
red
hair
,
tilted
his
head
back
and
laid
her
lips
on
his
forehead
.
Then
she
stepped
back
and
faced
him
.
“
Good
boy
!
”
she
said
,
in
a
voice
that
wavered
from
the
throbbing
of
her
shaken
heart
.
“
Dear
boy
!
I
knew
you
could
do
it
!
I
knew
it
was
in
you
!
Freckles
,
when
you
go
into
the
world
,
if
you
can
face
a
big
audience
and
sing
like
that
,
just
once
,
you
will
be
immortal
,
and
anything
you
want
will
be
yours
.
”
“
Anything
!
”
gasped
Freckles
.
“
Anything
,
”
said
the
Angel
.
Freckles
arose
,
muttered
something
,
and
catching
up
his
old
bucket
,
plunged
into
the
swamp
blindly
on
a
pretence
of
bringing
water
.
The
Angel
walked
slowly
across
the
study
,
sat
on
the
rustic
bench
,
and
,
through
narrowed
lids
,
intently
studied
the
tip
of
her
shoe
.
On
the
trail
the
Bird
Woman
wheeled
to
McLean
with
a
dumbfounded
look
.
“
God
!
”
muttered
he
.
At
last
the
Bird
Woman
spoke
.
“
Do
you
think
the
Angel
knew
she
did
that
?
”
she
asked
softly
.
