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Chapter XVIII
TheAngelfoundherselfyieldingtohisvoice.Hespokeinasoft,mellow,smoothlyflowingIrishtone,andalthoughhisspeechwasperfectlycorrect,itwassorounded,andaccented,andthesentencessoturned,thatitwasFrecklesoveragain.Still,itwasamatteroftheverygreatestimportance,andshemustbesure;soshelookedintothebeautifulwoman’sface.
“Areyouhiswife?”sheasked.
“Yes,”saidthewoman,“Iamhiswife.”
“Well,”saidtheAngeljudicially,“theBirdWomansaysnooneinthewholeworldknowsallaman’sbignessesandallhislittlenessesashiswifedoes.Whatyouthinkofhimshoulddoforme.Doyoulikehim?”
Thequestionwassoearnestlyaskedthatitmetwithequalearnestness.ThedarkheadmovedcaressinglyagainstLordO’More’ssleeve.
“Betterthananyoneinthewholeworld,”saidLadyO’Morepromptly.
TheAngelmusedasecond,andthenherlegaltingecametotheforeagain.
“Yes,buthaveyouanyoneyoucouldlikebetter,ifhewasn’tallright?”shepersisted.
“Ihavethreeofhissons,twolittledaughters,afather,mother,andseveralbrothersandsisters,”camethequickreply.
“Andyoulikehimbest?”persistedtheAngelwithfinality.
“IlovehimsomuchthatIwouldgiveupeveryoneofthemwithdryeyesifbysodoingIcouldsavehim,”criedLordO’More’swife.
“Oh!”criedtheAngel.“Oh,my!”
SheliftedhercleareyestoLordO’More’sandshookherhead.
“Shenever,nevercoulddothat!”shesaid.“Butit’samightybigthingtoyourcreditthatsheTHINKSshecould.
