“I think you will see a much more diverse constituency demanding action across the aisle,” Radford says.
Radford Leicester never died, really died—he only pretended.
The door was closed, but Miss Radford verified this before proceeding.
Radford Leicester's spirit possessed them; the man's cool and confident cynicism attracted them.
Radford rushed up to him and fired point-blank again and again.
We communicated with the other vessels, Captain Radford promising to lead, and urging them to follow closely in his wake.
Mrs. Radford sat down again, large and impressive and aloof.
He told his friend Speed he wanted Radford to show fight so that he might "knock him down and leave him kicking."
We agreed that I should speak forthwith to Captain Radford on the subject.
I'll do all that a woman may, Radford; but only God can make a man truly good.