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The instinct which comes with emergency, before the slower process of reason can assert itself, brought him at a leap to the conclusion that Mr. Bashwood who had been certainly acting under his wife's influence the previous day might be acting again under his wife's influence now.
She had an elderly female friend to apply to at the time, who was just the woman to help her in ferreting out her mistress's address. Can you guess the name of the elderly female friend? Not you! Mrs. Oldershaw, of course!" Mr. Bashwood suddenly looked up. "Why should she go back," he asked, "to the woman who had deserted her when she was a child?"
I told you I couldn't be out of pocket by you I put it in my letter, as plain as words could say it." "Yes, yes, Jemmy. I don't complain, my dear, I don't complain. Never mind the money tell me how you found her out." "Besides," pursued Bashwood, the younger, proceeding impenetrably with his justification of himself, "I have given you the benefit of my experience; I've done it cheap.
Bashwood by the arm, and led him away to a quieter part of the terminus than the part of it in which they had hitherto spoken to each other. "You referred to my wife just now," he said; "and you spoke of Mrs. Armadale in the same breath. What do you mean by that?" Again there was no answer.
"I should like to take his hand, and tell him so." "He wouldn't thank you, if you did," remarked Bashwood the younger. "He is under a comfortable impression that nobody knows how he saved Mrs. Waldron's legacy for her but himself." "I beg your pardon, Jemmy," interposed his father. "But don't call her Mrs. Waldron.
In the minute that elapsed, while he waited with his eyes on the room, the doubt was resolved he found the trivial, yet sufficient, excuse of which he was in search. Mr. Bashwood saw him rouse himself and go to the door. Mr. Bashwood heard him knock softly, and whisper, "Allan, are you in bed?" "No," answered the voice inside; "come in."
Bashwood took up his post of observation at the terminus of the South-eastern Railway for the first time. It was an earlier date, by six days, than the date which Allan had himself fixed for his return. But the doctor, taking counsel of his medical experience, had considered it just probable that "Mr.
I must refer you to Mr. Bashwood." "Come, tell us where it was," said Allan, trying, a little too abruptly, to set the man at his ease, as they all three walked back to the house. The measure of Mr. Bashwood's constitutional timidity seemed to be filled to the brim by the loudness of Allan's voice and the bluntness of Allan's request.
"Did she like the captain?" suggested Bashwood the younger, with another laugh. "According to her own account of it, she adored him. How it might have ended we needn't trouble ourselves to inquire Mr. Waldron himself brought matters to a crisis. Whether he got wind of the clandestine correspondence or not, doesn't appear.
My little stock of courage is quite exhausted." She took his arm and clung close to it. The woman who had tyrannized over Mr. Bashwood was gone, and the woman who had tossed the spy's hat into the pool was gone. A timid, shrinking, interesting creature filled the fair skin and trembled on the symmetrical limbs of Miss Gwilt. She put her handkerchief to her eyes.
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