"Mr. McLean told my father, and he told
me. That only makes me love you more, to pay for all you've missed."
"Then I'm wondering at you," said Freckles in a voice of awe. "Can't you
see that if you were willing and your father would come and offer you
to me, I couldn't be touching the soles of your feet, in love--me, whose
people brawled over me, cut off me hand, and throwed me away to freeze
and to die! Me, who has no name just as much because I've no RIGHT to
any, as because I don't know it. When I was little, I planned to find me
father and mother when I grew up. Now I know me mother deserted me, and
me father was maybe a thief and surely a liar. The pity for me suffering
and the watching over me have gone to your head, dear Angel, and it's me
must be thinking for you. If you could be forgetting me lost hand, where
I was raised, and that I had no name to give you, and if you would be
taking me as I am, some day people such as mine must be, might come upon
you. I used to pray ivery night and morning and many times the day to
see me mother.
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