"I'm sure you _could_, couldn't you ?" "Well, Louisa," he replied with hesitation, "if it comes to that, I _could_.

But I hardly know how I should spend my time." The conversation turned to the subject of Polly, and, as they were alone together, Mrs.Clover exhibited the letter she had received from that young lady.
"Now what have you to say to that, Ebenezer?
Don't you call it shameful ?" Mr.Sparkes sighed deeply.
"I've warned her, Louisa, I've warned her solemn.

What more can I do ?" "You see how she goes on about Mr.Gammon.Now I'm as sure as I am of anything that it's all lies.

I don't believe Mr.Gammon has insulted her.

There was something happened before she left Mrs.Bubb's--a bit of unpleasantness there's no need to talk about; but I'm as sure as I sit here, Ebenezer, that Mr.Gammon wouldn't insult any girl in the way Polly says." "Why don't you ask him ?" Mrs.Clover glanced at the door and betrayed uneasiness.
"To tell you the truth he doesn't come here just now.