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Bagley's verbal message, this note had brought her in for a quantity of paternal complaint sufficient for the venting of the ill-humor due to his having stayed up too late, and taken too much champagne the night before. But now Mr. Kenby had gone out, wrapped up and overshod, to try the effect of fresh air on his headache, and of shop-windows and pretty women on his spirits.
"Nevertheless I got Bagley's vote," said Frank, persisting in praise of his own electioneering prowess; "and you may be sure of this, Mr Nearthewinde, none of Closerstil's men were looking at me when I got it." "Who'll pay for the bonnets, Frank?" said George. "Oh, I'll pay for them if Moffat won't. I think I shall keep an account there; they seem to have good gloves and those sort of things."
With them, he received a lot of money, in bills of large denomination, mostly five-hundreds, to be placed the next day for Bagley's use. In accepting this charge, or rather in passively letting it fall upon him, Davenport had no distinct idea as to whether he would carry it out. He had indeed little thought that evening of anything but his purpose, which he was to begin executing on the morrow.
For some time after Bagley's departure, father and son got along together fairly amicably, but Ryder, Sr. was quick to see that Jefferson had something on his mind which was worrying him, and he rightly attributed it to his infatuation for Miss Rossmore. He was convinced that his son knew where the judge's daughter was, although his own efforts to discover her whereabouts had been unsuccessful.
He could not stand the simpering prattle of Martha Bagley's playgames. The arrival of Mrs. Bagley changed James Holden's way of life far more than he'd expected.
Bagley slowly, and as if regretfully, made his exit. It was now December and the Senate had been in session for over a week. Jefferson had not forgotten his promise, and one day, about two weeks after Mr. Bagley's spectacular dismissal from the Ryder residence, he had brought Shirley the two letters. She did not ask him how he got them, if he forced the drawer or procured the key.
As Bagley's visits continued, it fell out that he and Turl eventually met in the drawing-room of the Kenbys, some days after Edna Hill's last recorded talk with Larcher. But, though they met, few words were wasted between them.
I thought it only fair and sportsmanlike" Bagley's eyes gleamed facetiously "to let you know before I notify the police. But if you can disappear again before I do that, it'll be a mighty quick disappearance." He started for the hall, to leave the house. Turl arrested him by a slight laugh of amusement. "You'll have a simple task proving that I am Murray Davenport." "We'll see about that.
Fitzroy Bagley's plans for a runaway marriage with the senator's wealthy daughter. "It's a godsend to me," he said gleefully. "Their plan is to get married next Wednesday. I'll see my father on Tuesday; I'll put the evidence in his hands, and I don't think," he added grimly, "he'll bother me any more about Miss Roberts." "So you're not going away now?" said Shirley, smiling down at him.
Then I asked, "Merton, what have the Bagley children been doing since they stopped picking raspberries for us?" "I'm told they've been gathering blackberries and huckleberries in the mountains, and selling them." "That's promising. Now I want you to pick out a good-sized water- melon and half a dozen musk-melons, and I'll leave them at Bagley's cottage to-morrow night as I go down to the village.
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