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He proposed to strike out the Queen Elizabeth and substitute the Three Loggerheads. The Chairman after a pause inquired if there were any seconder to this, and the Semi-drunk said that, although he did not care much where they went, still, to get on with the business, he would second the amendment, although for his own part he would prefer to go to the 'First In and Last Out' at Bashford.
As soon as Torrence left I returned to the garage, feeling that with Mrs. Bashford on American soil my use of the residence even as a loafing-place was unbecoming. Mrs. Bashford was not only in America, but with a motor at her command she might reach Barton at any hour.
"Pardon me, but I'd like to ask what you think of it, sir?" he asked hoarsely, falling into step. "If you mean what do I think of Mrs. Bashford," I replied sharply, "I think she's quite charming and delightful and all any one could ask in every way." "It's her manner of speaking of spookish things, Mr. Singleton. It doesn't seem fitting in a widow and her so lately bereaved.
"There's the party I told you about, most persistent, who's motored here three times, and another person who seems to be looking for him, sir. It's most singular." "It's singularly ridiculous; that's all. They're probably piano-tuners or rival agents for a rug house or something of that sort who don't know that Mrs. Bashford isn't here or at all likely to be."
"I am convinced, beyond any question," said Torrence sharply, "that you are not the widow of the late Raymond B. Bashford!" "That statement," said Alice without ceasing the languid flutter of the fan, "is correct quite correct." "Certainly: it is entirely true," affirmed Mrs. Farnsworth.
Galion is rather famous for lost people, but at least one of them was found again. This was a little girl of the name of Bashford, who was sent to bring home the cows. In trying to return she became confused, and she wisely decided to keep with the cattle.
Bashford had gone there from the west as a student, a poor student, made the prodigiously daring step seem possible to me. "If only I had a couple of hundred dollars," I said to my mother who listened to my delirious words in silence. She divined what was surging in my heart and feared it. Thereafter I walked the floor of my room or wandered the prairie roads in continual debate.
"I should never have let him. I was to blame." Bashford ceased from his pacing up and down, and when he spoke, his voice was resigned. "All right," he said. "I don't blame you in the least, Loretta. And you have been very honest. But Billy is right, and you are wrong. You must get married." "To Billy?" she asked, in a dim, far-away voice. "Yes, to Billy. I'll see to it. Where does he live?
Bashford has lost a brother in the war, and I haven't heard any one talk more bitterly against Germany. And her companion certainly has no illusions about the Kaiser. You'd have to show me the proof to make me believe we're harboring spies." "I don't like the business," he declared stubbornly. "Let's do nothing foolish," I insisted.
A couple of years ago it was discovered by Murray and Bashford, of the English Imperial Cancer Research Commission, that the cells of cancer, in their swift and irregular reproduction, showed an unexpected peculiarity. In the simplest form of reproduction, one cell cutting itself in two to make two new ones, known as mitosis, the change begins in the nucleus, or kernel.
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