Freedom
"Yes," he persisted, "she kept me to cuddle me, an' she was cwyin'—so there!"
Mrs. Handsomebody crying!
"It's about her dead brother, of course," said Angel. "That's why she cried."
"No," said The Seraph, stoutly. "He was a man, an' she was cwyin' about a little wee boy like me, she used to cuddle long ago!"
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