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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! Yesmnomthank you, Aunt Polly, exulted Pollyanna, as she flew through the door. |
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