Bubb. The landlady seemed to hesitate, but before Polly
had gone by she addressed her with exaggerated politeness.
"Good morning, Miss Sparkes. So I s'pose we're losing you
to-morrow?"
"Yes, you are," Polly replied, from a parched throat, glaring at her
enemy.
"Oh, then I'll put the card up!"
"Do! I wouldn't lose no time about it. And listen to this, Mrs.
Bubb. Next time you see your friend Mrs. Clover, you may tell her
that if she wants to know where her precious 'usband is she's not to
ask _me_, 'cos I wouldn't let her know, not if she was on her
death-bed!"
Having uttered this surprising message, with point and emphasis
worthy of its significance, Polly hastened from the house. And Mrs.
Bubb stood looking after her in bewilderment.
CHAPTER VIII
MR. GAMMON'S RESOLVE
Convinced that his life was blighted, Mr. Gammon sang and whistled
with more than usual vivacity as he dressed each morning. It was not
in his nature to despond; he had received many a knock-down blow,
and always came up fresher after it.
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