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"What do you make of it?" he demanded. "Make of what?" I asked. "That girl!" he exclaimed testily. "If you insist, I must avow that she's adorable, nothing else." "Don't be a fool! You knew Raymond Bashford much better than I did, and you know perfectly well he never married a young girl of that sort! Those women are playing a trick, and I'm surprised that you don't see through it."
An agent of the American State Department called on me yesterday and asked embarrassing questions about Mrs. Bashford. Not a Secret Service man, you understand, or anything of that kind, but an important man in the State Department." "Of course you knew nothing to tell," I suggested as he beat the walk impatiently with his stick. "I took a chance at lying to him about her expected arrival.
Jack Hemingway did not care to teach beginners, and fished much by himself, or not at all, thus giving Ned Bashford ample time in which to consider Loretta as an appearance. As such, she was all that his philosophy demanded.
Bashford to provide a home for these people; wasn't he really the kindest soul that ever lived?" she said softly. She gazed wistfully seaward, and I saw the gleam of tears on her long lashes. My uncle had, then, meant something to her! No one, in speech or manner, could have suggested the adventuress less; Uncle Bash was a gentleman, a man of æsthetic tastes, and the girl was adorable.
Bishop H.W. Warren, when a Freshman in college, was led to an open confession of Christ through a Saturday morning walk with a Junior, who talked to him about his soul. Dr. J.W. Bashford, in The Christian Student, tells about "a Senior in the Ohio Wesleyan University who was smitten with conviction because he had neglected personal work for the Master.
"I have always been a great admirer of the heathen." "I like them when they are nice," said Mrs. Bashford. "Yes; I have found you very discriminating in your choice of the species, Alice. But, you know, Mr. Singleton, Alice and I never can agree as to just what a heathen is. All our squabbles have been about that.
"If Raynor has reason to suspect either or both of these women, we'll hear further from him." "I've put myself in a hole," he said angrily. "Of course I've got to advise him immediately that Mrs. Bashford is here. I promised to let him know as soon as I heard from her." "Just wait a few days; I undertake to keep them under surveillance; you can put the whole responsibility on me.
Possibly he was in love with Alice Bashford; this was not a difficult state of heart and mind for a man to argue himself into. She was even more strikingly beautiful to-night than I had thought her before. She was again in white it was only in daytime that she wore black and white was exceedingly becoming to her. As we talked she plied listlessly a fan a handsome trinket of ostrich plumes.
"That's all," she answered. "All?" There was a vast incredulity in his voice. "All?" In her voice was an interrogation no less vast. "I mean er nothing worse?" He was overwhelmingly aware of his own awkwardness. "Worse?" She was frankly puzzled. "As though there could be! Billy said " "When did he say it?" Bashford demanded abruptly. "In his letter I got this morning.
"I have noted all these details, Antoine," I replied; and again I thought there was a telegraphic exchange between the ladies, though this time a black slipper was the means of communication. Torrence arrived in a moment, and nothing has ever given me keener joy than his shock of surprise at beholding Mrs. Bashford. As I introduced the ladies he was so overcome that he greeted Mrs.
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