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"
Miss
--
Polly
--
Harrington
!
"
he
breathed
.
"
You
live
with
--
HER
!
"
"
Yes
;
I
'm
her
niece
.
She
's
taken
me
to
bring
up
--
on
account
of
my
mother
,
you
know
,
"
faltered
Pollyanna
,
in
a
low
voice
.
"
She
was
her
sister
.
And
after
father
--
went
to
be
with
her
and
the
rest
of
us
in
Heaven
,
there
was
n't
any
one
left
for
me
down
here
but
the
Ladies
'
Aid
;
so
she
took
me
.
"
The
man
did
not
answer
.
His
face
,
as
he
lay
back
on
the
pillow
now
,
was
very
white
--
so
white
that
Pollyanna
was
frightened
.
She
rose
uncertainly
to
her
feet
.
"
I
reckon
maybe
I
'd
better
go
now
,
"
she
proposed
.
"
I
--
I
hope
you
'll
like
--
the
jelly
.
"
The
man
turned
his
head
suddenly
,
and
opened
his
eyes
.
There
was
a
curious
longing
in
their
dark
depths
which
even
Pollyanna
saw
,
and
at
which
she
marvelled
.
"
And
so
you
are
--
Miss
Polly
Harrington
's
niece
,
"
he
said
gently
.
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
Still
the
man
's
dark
eyes
lingered
on
her
face
,
until
Pollyanna
,
feeling
vaguely
restless
,
murmured
:
"
I
--
I
suppose
you
know
--
her
.
"
John
Pendleton
's
lips
curved
in
an
odd
smile
.
"
Oh
,
yes
;
I
know
her
.
"
He
hesitated
,
then
went
on
,
still
with
that
curious
smile
.
"
But
--
you
do
n't
mean
--
you
ca
n't
mean
that
it
was
Miss
Polly
Harrington
who
sent
that
jelly
--
to
me
?
"
he
said
slowly
.
