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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.
