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Chapter XIX

           Whenhewastooworntoutteranothersound,hiseyeslaughedsilently.

           Afteralongtime,whenhewasquietandrested,theAngelcommencedtalkingtohimgently,andthistimeherbigeyes,humidwithtendernessandmellowwithhappiness,seemedasiftheycouldnotleavehisface.

           “DearFreckles,”shewassaying,“acrossyourkneesthereisthefaceofthemotherwhowentintothefireforyou,andIknowthename—oldandfullofhonor—towhichyouwereborn.Dearheart,whichwillyouhavefirst?”

           Freckleswasverytired;thebigdropsofperspirationrantogetheronhistemples;butthewatchingAngelcaughtthewordshislipsformed,“Memother!”

           Sheliftedthelovelypicturedfaceandsetitinthenookofhisarm.Frecklescaughtherhandanddrewherbesidehim,andtogethertheygazedatthepicturewhilethetearsslidovertheircheeks.

           “Memother!Oh,memother!Canyoueverbeforgivingme?Oh,mebeautifullittlemother!”chantedFrecklesoverandoverinexaltedwonder,untilhewassocompletelyexhaustedthathislipsrefusedtoformthequestioninhiswearyeyes.

           “Wait!”criedtheAngelwithinbornrefinement,forshecouldnomoreanswerthatquestionthanhecouldask.“Wait,Iwillwriteit!”

           Shehurriedtothetable,caughtupthenurse’spencil,andonthebackofaprescriptiontabletscrawledit:“TerenceMaxwellO’More,DunderryHouse,CountyClare,Ireland.”

           BeforeshehadfinishedcameFreckles’voice:“Angel,areyouhurrying?”

           “Yes,”saidtheAngel;“Iam.Butthereisagooddealofit.

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