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           Therewasalongpause. Onlythesnappingofthewoodfireinthegratebrokethesilence. Atlast,however,themanspoke. 

           "No,Pollyanna;Isee. Youcouldn’tleaveher—now,"hesaid. "Iwon’taskyou—again." Thelastwordwassolowitwasalmostinaudible; butPollyannaheard. 

           "Oh,butyoudon’tknowabouttherestofit,"sheremindedhimeagerly. "There’stheverygladdestthingyouCANdo—trulythereis!" 

           "Notforme,Pollyanna." 

           "Yes,sir,foryou. YouSAIDit. Yousaidonlya—awoman’shandandheartorachild’spresencecouldmakeahome. AndIcangetitforyou—achild’spresence; —notme,youknow,butanotherone." 

           "AsifIwouldhaveanybutyou!"resentedanindignantvoice. 

           "Butyouwill—whenyouknow; you’resokindandgood! Why,thinkoftheprismsandthegoldpieces,andallthatmoneyyousavefortheheathen,and—" 

           "Pollyanna!"interruptedtheman,savagely. "Onceforallletusendthatnonsense! I’vetriedtotellyouhalfadozentimesbefore. Thereisnomoneyfortheheathen. Ineversentapennytotheminmylife.There!" 

           Heliftedhischinandbracedhimselftomeetwhatheexpected—thegrieveddisappointmentofPollyanna’seyes. Tohisamazement,however,therewasneithergriefnordisappointmentinPollyanna’seyes. Therewasonlysurprisedjoy.