Gammon; none the less
he was delighted.
"Good for you, Polly! But how did you do it?"
She put on an air of mystery. Never mind how; there was the address,
if he could make any use of it. Gammon smiled provokingly.
"Some friend of yours, eh? You're well off for friends, Polly. I ask
no questions, my dear; no business of mine. Much obliged to you, all
the same."
"If you're so particular about who it was," said Polly, with her air
of pique and propriety, "well, it's a boy. So you needn't look at me
like that."
"A boy, eh?"
"Well, that's what _I_ think him. He's a young clurk in the City as
I've known long enough, and _I_ think him a boy. Of course you're
always ready to believe harm of me--that's nothing new. And if the
truth was known, you go talkin' to Mrs. Bubb and them Cheesemans."
"I don't! I told you I shouldn't, and I don't!"
"You do!"
"It's a lie!"
"You're one yourself!" retorted Polly with heat.
Thereupon Mr. Gammon turned about and walked off. Polly could not
believe that he would really go. Scorning to look back she paced on
for some minutes, but no familiar step approached her; when at
length she looked round Mr.
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