15/43 You once told me of saving your big bullfrog from a rattlesnake. You knew you risked a horrible death when you did it. Yet you will spend miserable years torturing yourself with the idea that your own mother might have cut off that hand. Shame on you, Freckles! Your mother would have done this----" The Angel deliberately turned back the cover, slipped up the sleeve, and laid her lips on the scars. "Come to your senses! Be a thinking, reasoning man! You have brooded too much, and been all your life too much alone. |