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sinking heart Miss Polly realized that. With a sinking heart,
too, she realized something else: the dreariness of her own
future now without Pollyanna.
‘Well?’ she said. And the man, recognizing the self-con-
trol that vibrated through the harshness of the tone, smiled
sadly.
‘She would not come,’ he answered.
‘Why?’
‘She would not leave you. She said you had been so
good to her. She wanted to stay with you—and she said
she THOUGHT you wanted her to stay,’ he finished, as he
pulled himself to his feet.
He did not look toward Miss Polly. He turned his face
resolutely toward the door. But instantly he heard a swift
step at his side, and found a shaking hand thrust toward
him.
‘When the specialist comes, and I know anything—defi-
nite about Pollyanna, I will let you hear from me,’ said a
trembling voice. ‘Good-by—and thank you for coming.
Pollyanna will be pleased.’

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