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‘That’s so—maybe she wouldn’t,’ she sighed. ‘I remember
now; ‘twas ‘cause she saw you that she ran. And she—she
spoke afterwards about her being seen in that rig.’
‘I thought as much,’ declared the doctor, under his
breath.
‘Still, I don’t see why,’ maintained Pollyanna, ‘—when
she looked so pretty!’
The doctor said nothing. He did not speak again, indeed,
until they were almost to the great stone house in which
John Pendleton lay with a broken leg.

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