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Book, page 221 / 231 "You are only a pictured face," he said at last, "and of course you can't talk; but the soul of you must be somewhere, and surely in this hour you are close enough to be hearing. Tell me, did you hear that? I can't ever be telling a living soul; but darling little mother, who gave your life for mine, I can always be talking of it to you! Every day we'll talk it over and try to understand the miracle of it. Tell me, are all women like that? Were you like me Swamp Angel? If you were, then I'm understanding why me father followed across the ocean and went into the fire." CHAPTER XX Wherein Freckles returns to the Limberlost, and Lord O'More Sails for Ireland Without Him Freckles' voice ceased, his eyes closed, and his head rolled back from exhaustion. Later in the day he insisted on seeing Lord and Lady O'More, but he fainted before the resemblance of another man to him, and gave all of his friends a terrible fright. The next morning, the Man of Affairs, with a heart filled with misgivings, undertook the interview on which Freckles insisted. His fears were without cause. Freckles was the soul of honor and simplicity. "Have they been telling you what's come to me?" he asked without even waiting for a greeting. "Yes," said the Angel's father. "Do you think you have the very worst of it clear to your understanding?" Under Freckles' earnest eyes the Man of Affairs answered soberly: "I think I have, Mr. O'More." That was the first time Freckles heard his name from the lips of another. One second he lay overcome; the next, tears filled his
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