Oh, I know him! But he took precious good care not to let you know where he lived." "But you know ?" she exclaimed.
"No fear, Polly.

You shall, too, if you have patience, though I don't say it'll be just yet." A few more questions, and the girl had told everything--Mr.Clover's failure to keep the third appointment and her fruitless watchings since then.
"He got a bit timid, Polly, you see," exclaimed Gammon.

"And he was right, too; you couldn't keep it to yourself, you see.

You spoil everything with that temper of yours, my dear.

Don't be cross, my beauty; it don't matter much, comes to the same thing in the end.