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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Freckles"

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.


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