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Chapter XVIII
“’WhathaveIdone?’”sherepeated.“I’vetriedtosaveFreckles.”
“Whatwillyourfathersay?”groanedMcLean.
“Itstrikesme,”saidtheAngel,“thatwhatFrecklessaidwouldbetothepoint.”
“Freckles!”exclaimedMcLean.“Whatcouldhesay?”
“Heseemedtobeabletosayseveralthings,”answeredtheAngelsweetly.“Ifancytheonethatconcernsyoumostatpresentwas,thatifmyfathershouldoffermetohimhewouldnothaveme.”
“AndnooneknowswhybetterthanIdo,”criedMcLean.“Everydayhemustastonishmewithsomenewfineness.”
Heturnedtothesurgeon.“Savehim!”hecommanded.“Savehim!”heimplored.“Heistoofinetobesacrificed.”
“Hissalvationlieshere,”saidthesurgeon,strokingtheAngel’ssunshinyhair,“andIcanreadinthefaceofherthatsheknowshowsheisgoingtoworkitout.Don’ttroublefortheboy.Shewillsavehim!”
TheAngellaughinglyspeddownthehall,andintothestreet,justasshewas.
“Ihavecome,”shesaidtothematronoftheHome,“toaskifyouwillallowmetoexamine,or,betteryet,totakewithme,thelittleclothesthataboyyoucalledFreckles,dischargedlastfall,worethenighthewaslefthere.”
Thewomanlookedatheringreaterastonishmentthantheoccasiondemanded.
“Well,I’dbegladtoletyouseethem,”shesaidatlast,“butthefactiswehaven’tthem.Idohopewehaven’tmadesomemistake.Iwasthoroughlyconvinced,andsowasthesuperintendent.Welethispeopletakethosethingsawayyesterday.
