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Chapter XIX
“Youmademetellyouwhenitwasliketearingtheheartrawfrommebreast.Andyouwasformakingeverythingheaven—justheavenandnothingelseforme.IfI’msomuchmorenowthanIwasanhourago,maybeIcanbethinkingofsomewaytofixthings.Youwillbetellingme?”hecoaxed,movinghischeekagainstherhair.
TheAngel’sheadmovedinnegation.Frecklesdidamomentofintentthinking.
“MaybeIcanbeguessing,”hewhispered.“Willyoubegivingmethreechances?”
Therewasthefaintestpossibleassent.
“Youdidn’twantmetobeknowingmename,”guessedFreckles.
TheAngel’sheadsprangfromthepillowandhertear-stainedfaceflamedwithoutragedindignation.
“Why,Ididtoo!”shecriedangrily.
“Onegone,”saidFrecklescalmly.“Youdidn’twantmetohaverelatives,ahome,andmoney.”
“Idid!”exclaimedtheAngel.“Didn’tIgomyself,allalone,intothecity,andfindthemwhenIwasafraidasdeath?Ididtoo!”
“Twogone,”saidFreckles.“Youdidn’twantthebeautifulestgirlintheworldtobetellingme.——”
DownwenttheAngel’sfaceandaheavysobshookher.Freckles’clasptightenedaroundhershoulders,whilehisface,initsconflictingemotions,wasastudy.Hewassostunnedandbewilderedbythemiraclethathadbeenperformedinbringingtolighthisnameandrelativesthathehadnostrengthleftforelaboratementalprocesses.
