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Leot- eLeon RookA BOLT OF WHITE CLOTHAstranger cnet to call at a lant ote dal uith a bolt of annderlul cloth on his bac. He giues the larmer and his wiJe as much cloth as they vtish.

Tlure is, howeaer, just one mall catch..man came by our road carrying an enormous boh of white cloth on his back. Said he was from the Est. Said whoever partook of this cloth would come to know true happiness. Spreewerke p38 cyq serial numbers. Inno_ cence without heanbreak, he said, if rhat person pved wonhy. My wife fngered his cloth, having in mind something for new qrrbins. Ir was good qualiry, she said. Beautifully woven, ofa Iine, light texture, and you ceruinly couldn't argue with the color.

'How much is it?' 'Before I tell you that,' the man said,,,you must tell me truthfully if you've ever srffered.,, 'Oh, I've suffered,' she said.,,I've knourn suffering of some description every day of my natural life.' I was standing over by the tml shed, with a big smile. My wife is a.real joker, who likes nothing bener than pulling a person's leg. She's known hardships, this and that upheaval, but nothing I would call down-and-our sulfering. Mind you, I don't speak -for her, I wouldn't pretend to speak for another person. This man with the bolt ofcloth, however, he clearly had no sense.{7l II I Iof my wife's brand of humor.

Initial reaction A Bolt of White Cloth Judging by the title?A Bolt of White Cloth? I feel that this story will revolve around this cloth and it will symbolize something. Popular Books Similar With Bolt Of White Cloth Are Listed Below: PDF File: Bolt Of White Cloth Page: 1. Title: Bolt Of White Cloth Subject: bolt of white cloth. 52) When the story comes closer to the end I start to realize that the husband is telling the majority of the story by what he is looking.

She didn't get an irch of a smile out of him. FIe kept rhe clorh neatly balanced on his shoulder, wincing a linle from the weight and from however far he'd had to carry ir, staring hard and straight at my wife the whole time she fooled with him, as if he hoped to peer clear through to her soul. His eyes were dark and brooding and hollowed out some. He was like no person either my wife or me had ever seen before. 'Yes,' he said, 'but suffering of what kind?'

'Worse than I hope forever to carry, I'll tell you that,,' my wife said. 'But why are you asking me these questions? I tike your cloth and if the price is right I mean to buy t.' 'You can only buy my cloth with love,' he said. We began right then to undersrand that he was some kind of oddity.

He was not like anybody we'd ever seen and he didn't come from around here. Lle'd come from a place we'd never heard of, and if that was the East, or wherever, rhen he was welcome to it. There's love and there,s loae, mister. What kind are you talking about?' She hitched a head my wa rolling her eyes, as if ro indicate that if it was pasnbz love he was talking about then he'd first have to do something with me.

He,d have to get me off my simmer and onto full boil. That,s what she was telling him, with this mischief in her eyes. I put down my pitchfork about here, and strolled nearer. I liked seeing my wife dealing with difficult siruations. I didn't want to miss anhing, My life with rhar woman has been packed wirh rheIunusual. Unusual circumstances, she calls them. Any time she's ever gone out anvhere without me, whether for a day or an hour or for five minutes, she's come back with whopping good stories about what she's seen and heard and what,s happened ro her.

She's come back with reports on these unusual circumstances, these linle adventures in which so many people have done so many extraordinary things or behaved in such fabulous or foolish ways. So what was rare this rime, I thought, was thar it had come visiring. She hadn't had ro go out and find ir. 'Hold these,' my wife told me. And she put this washrub of clothes in my hands, and went back to hanging wet pieces on the line, which is what she'd been doing when this man with the bolt of cloth ventured up into our yard.185t83.of l.Yhie Clotht1Je'Love,' she rold him. 'You tell me whar kind I need, if I'm to buy that cloth. I got good ears and I'm listening.'