In a minute or two,
having got rid of Moggie and closed the kitchen door, Mrs. Bubb came
near and addressed him in a subdued voice.
"What d'you think? It's her uncle! It's Clover!"
"Eh? What is?"
"Why, it's him as 'as been giving her things."
"Has she said so?" asked Gammon, with eager interest.
"I met her as she was coming down just now and she was in a tearin'
rage, and she says to me, she says, 'When you see my awnt,' she
says, 'you tell her I know all about her 'usband, and that I
wouldn't tell _her_ anything not if she went down on her bended
knees! There now!'"
The uneducated man may perchance repeat with exactness something
that has been said to him, or in his hearing; for the uneducated
woman such accuracy is impossible. Mrs. Bubb meant to be strictly
truthful, but in the nature of things she would have gone astray,
even had Polly's message taken a much simpler form than wrathful
sarcasm gave to it. However, she conveyed the spirit of Polly's
words, and Gammon was so excited by the report that he sprang up,
overturning his cup of coffee.
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