"Didn't I go myself, all alone, into the city, and find them when I was afraid as death?
I did too!" "Two gone," said Freckles.

"You didn't want the beautifulest girl in the world to be telling me .-- --" Down went the Angel's face and a heavy sob shook her.

Freckles' clasp tightened around her shoulders, while his face, in its conflicting emotions, was a study.

He was so stunned and bewildered by the miracle that had been performed in bringing to light his name and relatives that he had no strength left for elaborate mental processes.

Despite all it meant to him to know his name at last, and that he was of honorable birth--knowledge without which life was an eternal disgrace and burden the one thing that was hammering in Freckles' heart and beating in his brain, past any attempted expression, was the fact that, while nameless and possibly born in shame, the Angel had told him that she loved him.
He could find no word with which to begin to voice the rapture of his heart over that.