Bob tugged at his straw-colored mustache; he would not swear, for whatever happened, he was resolved to lead the spiritual life. See here, Sapphira, I’m going to tell you something. I had quite a talk with Abbott about that bridge-business–after you’d spread it all over town, sis–and if you’ll believe me, she waylaid him on those school- steps. He didn’t want to talk with her. Why, he left her standing there. She made him mad, finding fault with the very folks that have taken her up. He’s disgusted. That night at the camp-meeting, he had to take her out of the tent–he was asked to do it–