Besides, what was the use of remaining at Basingstoke, when he did not even know his own destination?
"Well, if you refuse to let me go to Basingstoke——" began the bride.
The light of life had, once more, for Mr. Basingstoke, absolutely gone out.
In spite of the bad weather, Mrs. Frothingham had travelled up from Basingstoke.
We reached Basingstoke at eleven o'clock, found the family well and all things in order.
I think that perhaps I and Larkin had better go over to Basingstoke.
In the corner was the address: "11, Chubb's Cottages, Basingstoke."
Mrs. Davies frightened him into buying a piece of Irish when we were in Basingstoke.
Recollect the chalk cuttings and banks on the railway between Basingstoke and Winchester—how utterly barren they are.
In that case, how did she come to be passing by Basingstoke?