"You ain't the only one that was crucified!" The Angel caught Freckles' hand and carried it to her breast.
"Freckles!" she wailed in terror, "Freckles! It is a mistake?
Is it that you don't want me ?" Freckles' head rolled on in wordless suffering.
"Wait a bit, Angel ?" he panted at last.

"Be giving me a little time!" The Angel arose with controlled features.

She bathed his face, straightened his hair, and held water to his lips.

It seemed a long time before he reached toward her.

Instantly she knelt again, carried his hand to her breast, and leaned her cheek upon it.
"Tell me, Freckles," she whispered softly.
"If I can," said Freckles in agony.