"Is that the fellow that's going to give me a thrashing?" Gammon
asked of her at length in an aside.
"Don't be a silly," she answered, turning her back.
"Because, if so, I'd better get the start of him. There's a
convenient bit of ground here."
He spoke with such seeming seriousness that Polly showed alarm.
"Don't be a silly, Mr. Gammon. If you misbehave yourself, I'll never
speak to you again."
"Well, what I want to know is, am I to be on guard? Am I to mind my
eye whenever I'm near you?"
He spoke as if with a real desire to be relieved from apprehension.
At this moment their companions had drawn apart, and they could
converse unheard.
"You know very well what you deserve," replied Polly, looking
askance at him. "And if such a thing ever was to happen again--well,
you'd see, that's all."
Therewith the peace, or at all events the truce, was concluded, and
Miss Sparkes allowed herself to meet Mr. Gammon's advances with
frankness and appreciation. The fact that he did unmistakably make
advances secretly surprised her, but not more than Gammon was
surprised to find himself coming into favour.
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