“Ye-es，I’veaskedforit。”
MrsBoultespokeinalow，eve~voiceforfiveminutes，verydistinctly，thattheremightbenomisunderstandinghermeaningWhenSamsonbrokethepillarsofGaza，hedidalittlething，andonenottobecomparedtothedeliberatepullingdownofawoman5homesteadaboutherownearsTherewasnoWisefemalefriendtoadviseMrs。
Boulte，thesingularlycautiouswife，toholdherhandShestruckatBoulte’sheart，becauseherownwassickwithsuspicionofKurrell，andwornoutwiththelongstrainofwatchingalonethroughtheRainsTherewasnoplanorpurposeinherspeakingThesentencesmadethemselves；
andBoultelistenedleaningagainstthedoor-postwithhishandsinhispocketsWhenallwasover，andMrsBoultebegantobreathethroughhernosebeforebreakingoutintotears，helaughedandstaredstraightinfrontofhimattheDosebrihills。
“Isthatall？”besaid“Thanks，Ionlywantedtoknow，youknow。”