Will she molest his relatives do
you think?"
"She?" Gammon reflected. "I can't quite see her doing it. She may be
a bit angry, but--no, I don't think she'll bother anybody. I can't
see her doing it."
And still he meditated.
"You reserve to yourself; I presume, the duty of acquainting her
with these painful facts?"
"Me tell her? Why, I suppose I must if it comes to that. But--I'm
hanged if I shall enjoy it. Who else knows? Jorrocks! there's Polly.
I'd forgotten Polly!"
Gammon grew perplexed in mind and shadowed in countenance. Of a
truth Polly Sparkes had not once entered his mind since he saw her
yesterday. But he must see her again, and that to-night. Whew! He
would now have given a substantial sum to deprive Polly of the
knowledge he had so recklessly confided to her.
"You are impulsive, my friend," remarked the other, quietly amused.
"Impulsive and lacking in foresight."
"And you--Never mind; I won't say it. Still, you used to be a puzzle
to me, Greenacre; now I feel as if I was beginning to understand you
a bit.
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