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"
Then
you
--
were
n't
lovers
?
"
Pollyanna
's
voice
was
tragic
with
dismay
.
"
Never
!
"
"
And
it
IS
N'T
all
coming
out
like
a
book
?
"
There
was
no
answer
.
The
man
's
eyes
were
moodily
fixed
out
the
window
.
"
O
dear
!
And
it
was
all
going
so
splendidly
,
"
almost
sobbed
Pollyanna
.
"
I
'd
have
been
so
glad
to
come
--
with
Aunt
Polly
.
"
"
And
you
wo
n't
--
now
?
"
The
man
asked
the
question
without
turning
his
head
.
"
Of
course
not
!
I
'm
Aunt
Polly
's
.
"
The
man
turned
now
,
almost
fiercely
.
"
Before
you
were
hers
,
Pollyanna
,
you
were
--
your
mother
's
.
And
--
it
was
your
mother
's
hand
and
heart
that
I
wanted
long
years
ago
.
"
"
My
mother
's
!
"
