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Chapter VIII

           I’mgladpasttellingifyouwillbecomingafewmoretimes,atleastuntilthegangarrives.PastthattimeIdon’tallowmesilftobethinking.”

           “Come,haveacooldrinkbeforeyoustartback,”saidtheAngel.

           “Icouldn’tpossibly,”saidFreckles.“IleftMrs.Duncanonthetrail,andshe’sterriblyafraidofalotofthings.Ifsheevenseesabigsnake,Idon’tknowwhatshe’lldo.”

           “Itwon’ttakebutaminute,andyoucanridefastenoughtomakeupforit.Please.Iwanttothinkofsomethingfineforyou,tomakeupalittleforwhatyoudidformethatfirstday.”

           FreckleslookedinsheerwondermentintothebeautifulfaceoftheAngel.Didshetrulymeanit?Wouldshewalkdownthatstreetwithhim,crippled,homely,inmeanclothing,withthetoolsofhisoccupationonhim,andsharewithhimthetreatshewasoffering?Hecouldnotbelieveit,evenoftheAngel.Still,injusticetothecandorofherpure,sweetface,hewouldnotthinkthatshewouldmaketheofferandnotmeanit.Shereallydidmeanjustwhatshesaid,butwhenitcametocarryingoutherofferandhesawthestaresofherfriends,thesneersofherenemies—ifsuchasshecouldhaveenemies—andheardthewhisperedjeersofthecurious,thenshewouldseehermistakeandbesorry.Itwouldbeonlyamanlythingforhimtothinkthisout,andsaveherfromtheresultsofherownblessedbignessofheart.

           “Iraillymustbeoff,”saidFrecklesearnestly,“butI’mthankingyoumorethanyou’lleverknowforyourkindness.

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