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An
inarticulate
cry
came
from
the
man
's
throat
.
He
raised
his
hand
and
began
to
speak
;
but
the
next
moment
he
dropped
his
hand
nervelessly
at
his
side
.
"
The
doctor
,
sir
,
"
said
the
maid
in
the
doorway
.
Pollyanna
rose
at
once
.
John
Pendleton
turned
to
her
feverishly
.
"
Pollyanna
,
for
Heaven
's
sake
,
say
nothing
of
what
I
asked
you
--
yet
,
"
he
begged
,
in
a
low
voice
.
Pollyanna
dimpled
into
a
sunny
smile
.
"
Of
course
not
!
Just
as
if
I
did
n't
know
you
'd
rather
tell
her
yourself
!
"
she
called
back
merrily
over
her
shoulder
.
John
Pendleton
fell
limply
back
in
his
chair
.
"
Why
,
what
's
up
?
"
demanded
the
doctor
,
a
minute
later
,
his
fingers
on
his
patient
's
galloping
pulse
.
A
whimsical
smile
trembled
on
John
Pendleton
's
lips
.
"
Overdose
of
your
--
tonic
,
I
guess
,
"
he
laughed
,
as
he
noted
the
doctor
's
eyes
following
Pollyanna
's
little
figure
down
the
driveway
.
Sunday
mornings
Pollyanna
usually
attended
church
and
Sunday
school
.
Sunday
afternoons
she
frequently
went
for
a
walk
with
Nancy
.
She
had
planned
one
for
the
day
after
her
Saturday
afternoon
visit
to
Mr.
John
Pendleton
;
but
on
the
way
home
from
Sunday
school
Dr.
Chilton
overtook
her
in
his
gig
,
and
brought
his
horse
to
a
stop
.
