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In the case of Spain, which is close to us, we can recognise the resurrection of a Christian and cultured nation after its age of bondage. But Russia is rather remote; and those to whom nations are but names in newspapers can really fancy, like Mr. Baring's friend, that all Russian churches are "mosques."
"It would be equally bad anywhere else," put in the missionary's wife, timidly. "By no means," was the sharp response. "If we were in the Straits, for instance, we could signal to San Isidro or Sandy Point; and there would be other vessels passing. Here, we are in the worst possible place." Miss Baring's acquaintance with the chief features of the South American coast-line had seemingly improved.
A whisper of the culminating misfortunes of Ashpound spread abroad like wild-fire, soon ceased to be a whisper, and became a loud scandal; and Diana lost her credit as summarily as she had acquired it. It was "That wretched Mrs. Gervase Norgate came of an evil stock, though drinking was not Mr. Baring's vice.
The latter, looking lovely, but a little frightened, so takes Lady Baring's artistic soul by storm, that that great lady then and there accepts the situation, and asks Perpetua if she will come to her for a week or so.
I think that I am going to faint." Selingman and Norgate dined together that evening in a corner of a large, popular grill-room near the Strand. They were still suffering from the shock of the recent tragedy. They both rather avoided the topic of Baring's sudden death. Selingman made but one direct allusion to it.
Elsie, wandering through a trance-like maze of vivid impressions, awoke with a start to the fact that Courtenay was giving directions for the lowering of the ship's gangway, meanwhile receiving information as to the identity of the boats beneath. "Mr. Malcolm is in charge of the jolly-boat," Gray was saying. "Miss Baring and Mr. and Mrs. Somerville are with him. Miss Baring's maid is dead.
Baring's words seemed to come with an effort. "Ah, well, poor fellow; he probably didn't know much about it. Terrible, a thing of this sort. It's impossible yet to estimate the damage, but the whole of the lower valley is devastated. The Magician's bungalow has entirely disappeared, I hear. A good thing the old man was away from home." At this point, to Colonel Latimer's relief, Baring turned.
As a simple matter of fact, every one of those demands, some against and some with Sir Evelyn Baring's authority, were rejected.
Secretly his habitual kindness to her notwithstanding she was also a little afraid of him, but her fear did not trouble her just then. He turned quietly at length and seated himself near the window. "How long does your uncle expect to be away?" he asked. She shook her head. "I never know; he may come back to-morrow, or perhaps not for days." Baring's black brows drew together.
But first, what did you think of the race?" He coolly fastened on to Baring's elbow, and the latter had to pause. Hyde's companion passed swiftly on; and Hyde, seeing the look on Baring's face, began to laugh. "It's all right; you needn't look so starched. The little beggar's been starving himself for the occasion, and overdone it. He'll pull round with a little feeding up.
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