Why, a costermonger's wife wouldn't disgrace
herself so. No wonder your 'usband run away from you!"
"Oh, this low, vulgar, horrid girl!" cried her aunt in a revulsion
of feeling. "How she can be any relative of mine I'm sure I don't
know."
"Ugh! you nasty, ungrateful young woman, you!" chimed in Mrs. Bubb.
"To speak to your kind awnt like that, as has been taking your part
when I'm sure I wouldn't 'a done! I'd like to see you put on bread
and water. till you owned up whether you've told lies or not."
Mrs. Clover was moved to the point of shedding tears, though her
handkerchief soon stopped the flow.
"Polly," she said, raising her voice above the hubbub, "you've
treated me that bad there's no words for it. But I can't believe
you'll let me go away like this, without knowing whether you've
really seen Mr. Clover or not. Just tell me, do."
"Oh, it's just tell you, is it! After you've had me knocked about
and insulted by a dirty rough like that Gammon--"
"You've heard me say I never thought he meant to behave so. I
wouldn't have had it for anything.
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