Hecalledtothewomanacrossthepear-trees。“Hullo!“
Thewomanraisedherself，andadvancedtowardhimslowly——lookingathim，asshecameon，withthesunkeneyes，thesorrow-strickenface，thestonytranquillityofHesterDethridge。
Geoffreywasstaggered。Hehadnotbargainedforexchangingthedullestproduciblevulgaritiesofhumanspeechcalledinthelanguageofslang，“Chaff“withsuchawomanasthis。
“What’sthatslatefor？“heasked，notknowingwhatelsetosay，tobeginwith。
Thewomanliftedherhandtoherlips——touchedthem——andshookherhead。