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to the other, sighed audibly. Then Miss Polly roused herself
with a start.
‘Very well, Pollyanna,’ she said at last , still in that queer
voice, so unlike her own; ‘you may you may take the jelly to
Mr. Pendleton as your own gift. But understand: I do not
send it. Be very sure that he does not think I do!’
‘Yes’m—no’m—thank you, Aunt Polly,’ exulted Pollyan-
na, as she flew through the door.

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