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           "No; sheisn’tthere—now,"saidthedoctor. Hislipshadsuddenlylosttheirsmile. 

           PollyannafoundaverynervousJohnPendletonwaitingforherthatafternoon. 

           "Pollyanna,"hebeganatonce. "I’vebeentryingallnighttopuzzleoutwhatyoumeantbyallthat,yesterday—aboutmywantingyourAuntPolly’shandandhearthereallthoseyears. Whatdidyoumean?" 

           "Why,becauseyouwerelovers,youknowonce;andIwassogladyoustillfeltthatwaynow." 

           "Lovers! —yourAuntPollyandI?" 

           Attheobvioussurpriseintheman’svoice,Pollyannaopenedwidehereyes. 

           "Why,Mr.Pendleton,Nancysaidyouwere!" 

           Themangaveashortlittlelaugh. 

           "Indeed! Well,I’mafraidIshallhavetosaythatNancy—didn’tknow." 

           "Thenyou—weren’tlovers?" Pollyanna’svoicewastragicwithdismay. 

           "Never!" 

           "AnditISN’Tallcomingoutlikeabook?" 

           Therewasnoanswer. Theman’seyesweremoodilyfixedoutthewindow. 

           "Odear! Anditwasallgoingsosplendidly,"almostsobbedPollyanna. "I’dhavebeensogladtocome—withAuntPolly." 

           "Andyouwon’t—now?"Themanaskedthequestionwithoutturninghishead. 

           "Ofcoursenot! I’mAuntPolly’s." 

           Themanturnednow,almostfiercely. 

           "Beforeyouwerehers,Pollyanna,youwere—yourmother’s. And—itwasyourmother’shandandheartthatIwantedlongyearsago."