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"
You
do
n't
mean
--
"
He
paused
,
and
she
bowed
her
head
miserably
.
"
Yes
,
sir
.
He
says
--
she
ca
n't
walk
again
--
never
.
"
For
a
moment
there
was
absolute
silence
in
the
room
;
then
the
man
spoke
,
in
a
voice
shaken
with
emotion
.
"
Poor
--
little
--
girl
!
Poor
--
little
--
girl
!
"
Nancy
glanced
at
him
,
but
dropped
her
eyes
at
once
.
She
had
not
supposed
that
sour
,
cross
,
stern
John
Pendleton
could
look
like
that
.
In
a
moment
he
spoke
again
,
still
in
the
low
,
unsteady
voice
.
"
It
seems
cruel
--
never
to
dance
in
the
sunshine
again
!
My
little
prism
girl
!
"
There
was
another
silence
;
then
,
abruptly
,
the
man
asked
:
"
She
herself
does
n't
know
yet
--
of
course
--
does
she
?
"
"
But
she
does
,
sir
.
"
sobbed
Nancy
,
"
an
'
that
's
what
makes
it
all
the
harder
.
She
found
out
--
drat
that
cat
!
I
begs
yer
pardon
,
"
apologized
the
girl
,
hurriedly
.
"
It
's
only
that
the
cat
pushed
open
the
door
an
'
Miss
Pollyanna
overheard
'
em
talkin
'
.
She
found
out
--
that
way
.
"
"
Poor
--
little
--
girl
!
"
sighed
the
man
again
.
