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“
No
,
”
said
McLean
;
“
I
do
not
.
But
the
poor
boy
knew
it
.
Heaven
help
him
!
”
The
Bird
Woman
stared
across
the
gently
waving
swale
.
“
I
don
’
t
see
how
I
am
going
to
blame
her
,
”
she
said
at
last
.
“
It
’
s
so
exactly
what
I
would
have
done
myself
.
”
“
Say
the
remainder
,
”
demanded
McLean
hoarsely
.
“
Do
him
justice
.
”
“
He
was
born
a
gentleman
,
”
conceded
the
Bird
Woman
.
“
He
took
no
advantage
.
He
never
even
offered
to
touch
her
.
Whatever
that
kiss
meant
to
him
,
he
recognized
that
it
was
the
loving
impulse
of
a
child
under
stress
of
strong
emotion
.
He
was
fine
and
manly
as
any
man
ever
could
have
been
.
”
McLean
lifted
his
hat
.
“
Thank
you
,
”
he
said
simply
,
and
parted
the
bushes
for
her
to
enter
Freckles
’
room
.
It
was
her
first
visit
.
Before
she
left
she
sent
for
her
cameras
and
made
studies
of
each
side
of
it
and
of
the
cathedral
.
She
was
entranced
with
the
delicate
beauty
of
the
place
,
while
her
eyes
kept
following
Freckles
as
if
she
could
not
believe
that
it
could
be
his
conception
and
work
.
That
was
a
happy
day
.
The
Bird
Woman
had
brought
a
lunch
,
and
they
spread
it
,
with
Freckles
’
dinner
,
on
the
study
floor
and
sat
,
resting
and
enjoying
themselves
.
But
the
Angel
put
her
banjo
into
its
case
,
silently
gathered
her
music
,
and
no
one
mentioned
the
concert
.
The
Bird
Woman
left
McLean
and
the
Angel
to
clear
away
the
lunch
,
and
with
Freckles
examined
the
walls
of
his
room
and
told
him
all
she
knew
about
his
shrubs
and
flowers
She
analyzed
a
cardinal
-
flower
and
showed
him
what
he
had
wanted
to
know
all
summer
—
why
the
bees
buzzed
ineffectually
around
it
while
the
humming
-
birds
found
in
it
an
ever
-
ready
feast
.
Some
of
his
specimens
were
so
rare
that
she
was
unfamiliar
with
them
,
and
with
the
flower
book
between
them
they
knelt
,
studying
the
different
varieties
.
She
wandered
the
length
of
the
cathedral
aisle
with
him
,
and
it
was
at
her
suggestion
that
he
lighted
his
altar
with
a
row
of
flaming
foxfire
.
As
Freckles
came
to
the
cabin
from
his
long
day
at
the
swamp
he
saw
Mrs
.
Chicken
sweeping
to
the
south
and
wondered
where
she
was
going
.
He
stepped
into
the
bright
,
cosy
little
kitchen
,
and
as
he
reached
down
the
wash
-
basin
he
asked
Mrs
.
Duncan
a
question
.
