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Which is somewhat surprising
"But—well,Ididn’tbringherhere. Nevermindwhy. Ijustdidn’tthat’sall. Andeversincethenthisgreatgraypileofstonehasbeenahouse—neverahome. Ittakesawoman’shandandheart,orachild’spresence,tomakeahome,Pollyanna; andIhavenothadeither. Nowwillyoucome,mydear?"
Pollyannasprangtoherfeet. Herfacewasfairlyillumined.
"Mr.Pendleton,you—youmeanthatyouwishyou—youhadhadthatwoman’shandandheartallthistime?"
"Why,y-yes,Pollyanna."
"Oh,I’msoglad! Thenit’sallright,"sighedthelittlegirl. "Nowyoucantakeusboth,andeverythingwillbelovely."
"Take—you—both?"repeatedtheman,dazedly.
AfaintdoubtcrossedPollyanna’scountenance.
"Well,ofcourse,AuntPollyisn’twonover,yet; butI’msureshewillbeifyoutellittoherjustasyoudidtome,andthenwe’dbothcome,ofcourse."
Alookofactualterrorleapedtotheman’seyes.
"AuntPollycome—HERE!"
Pollyanna’seyeswidenedalittle.
"WouldyourathergoTHERE?"sheasked. "Ofcoursethehouseisn’tquitesopretty,butit’snearer—"
"Pollyanna,whatAREyoutalkingabout?"askedtheman,verygentlynow.
"Why,aboutwherewe’regoingtolive,ofcourse,"rejoinedPollyanna,inobvioussurprise. "ITHOUGHTyoumeanthere,atfirst. YousaiditwasherethatyouhadwantedAuntPolly’shandandheartalltheseyearstomakeahome,and—"
Aninarticulatecrycamefromtheman’sthroat. Heraisedhishandandbegantospeak; butthenextmomenthedroppedhishandnervelesslyathisside.
"Thedoctor,sir,"saidthemaidinthedoorway.
Pollyannaroseatonce.
