Really you must, Freckles, no matter how it hurts, for you did this for me, and now I must save you, so you might as well promise." She bent over him, trying to smile encouragement with her fear-stiffened lips.
"You will promise, Freckles ?" Big drops of cold sweat ran together on Freckles' temples.
"Angel, darlin' Angel," he pleaded, taking her hand in his.

"You ain't understanding, and I can't for the life of me be telling you, but indade, it's best to be letting me go.

This is my chance.

Please say good-bye, and let me slip off quick!" He appealed to McLean.
"Dear Boss, you know! You be telling her that, for me, living is far worse pain than dying.

Tell her you know death is the best thing that could ever be happening to me!" "Merciful Heaven!" burst in the Angel.