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I know it; but they did, declared Old Tom, and of course no gal of any spunkll stand that. Then about that time come her own lover an the trouble with him. After that she shut up like an oyster an wouldnt have nothin ter do with nobody fur a spell. Her heart jest seemed to turn bitter at the core. Yes, I know. Ive heard about that now, rejoined Nancy; an thats why you could a knocked me down with a feather when I see him at the doorhim, what she haint spoke to for years! But I let him in an went an told her. What did she say? Old Tom held his breath suspended. Nothinat first. She was so still I thought she hadnt heard; and I was jest goin ter say it over when she speaks up quiet like: Tell Mr. Pendleton I will be down at once. An I come an told him. Then I come out here an told you, finished Nancy, casting another backward glance toward the house. Humph! grunted Old Tom; and fell to work again. In the ceremonious parlor of the Harrington homestead, Mr. John Pendleton did not have to wait long before a swift step warned him of Miss Pollys coming. As he attempted to rise, she made a gesture of remonstrance. She did not offer her hand, however, and her face was coldly reserved. I called to ask forPollyanna, he began at once, a little brusquely. Thank you. She is about the same, said Miss Polly. And that iswont you tell me how she is? His voice was not quite steady this time. A quick spasm of pain crossed the womans face. I cant, I wish I could! You meanyou dont know? Yes. Butthe doctor? Dr. Warren himself seemsat sea. He is in correspondence now with a New York specialist. They have arranged for a consultation at once. Butbut what were her injuries that you do know? A slight cut on the head, one or two bruises, andand an injury to the spine which has seemed to causeparalysis from the hips down. A low cry came from the man. There was a brief silence; then, huskily, he asked: And Pollyannahow does shetake it? She doesnt understandat allhow things really are. And I cant tell her. But she must knowsomething! Miss Polly lifted her hand to the collar at her throat in the gesture that had become so common to her of late. |
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