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Freckles

CHAPTER IV
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Then they drew off the hot water and closed his pores with cold.

Lastly they stretched him on the floor and chafed, rubbed, and kneaded him until he cried out for mercy.

As they rolled him into bed, his eyes dropped shut, but a little later they flared open.
"Mr.McLean," he cried, "the tree! Oh, do be looking after the tree!" McLean bent over him.

"Which tree, Freckles ?" "I don't know exact sir; but it's on the east line, and the wire is fastened to it.

He bragged that you nailed it yourself, sir.


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