When she finished the Angel was almost hysterical.
"You insane creature!" she cried. "How crazy of you to leave him to her!
I know both of them. I have met them often. She may be able to make good
her boast. But it is perfectly splendid of you! And, after all, really
it is the only way. I can see that. I think it is what I should have
done myself, or tried to do. I don't know that I could have done it!
When I think of walking away and leaving Freckles with a woman he once
loved, to let her see if she can make him love her again, oh, it gives
me a graveyard heart. No, I never could have done it! You are bigger
than I ever was. I should have turned coward, sure."
"I am a coward," admitted Elnora. "I am soul-sick! I am afraid I shall
lose my senses before this is over. I didn't want to come! I wanted to
stay, to go straight into his arms, to bind myself with his ring, to
love him with all my heart. It wasn't my fault that I came. There was
something inside that just pushed me. She is beautiful----"
"I quite agree with you!"
"You can imagine how fascinating she can be. She used no arts on me. Her
purpose was to cower me. She found she could not do that, but she did a
thing which helped her more: she proved that she was honest, perfectly
sincere in what she thought. She believes that if she merely beckons to
Philip, he will go to her. So I am giving her the opportunity to learn
from him what he will do. She never will believe it from any one else.
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