"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." Whilst Mrs.Clover was speaking Gammon beckoned to the landlady, and together they retreated from the room, closing the door behind them.

On the stairs stood Mr.and Mrs.Cheeseman eager for the latest news of the fray.