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Updated: June 26, 2025
It seemed hard that she must be alone. Poor Mr. Bullivant would gladly have taken her on the river; but Mr. Bullivant She thought of her sisters. Their loneliness was for life, poor things. Already they were old; and they would grow older, sadder, perpetually struggling to supplement that dividend from the precious capital and merely that they might keep alive.
I took it that Harry Bullivant had not written down the words as a memo for his own use. People who follow his career have good memories. He must have written them in order that, if he perished and his body was found, his friends might get a clue.
As soon as the red pennant was struck on board to show that Mr. Bullivant was satisfied with the arrangements, and that the target was ready, the torpedo vessel Vesuvius got under way, and after circling round the doomed hulk discharged a Whitehead against the netting from her under-water bow torpedo tube at an approximate range of 50 yards.
What was worse they wouldn't, or couldn't, tell me anything about what they wanted me for. It was the old game of running me in blinkers. They asked me to take it on trust and put myself unreservedly in their hands. I would get my instructions later, they said. I asked if it was important. Bullivant narrowed his eyes.
"We've got quite a decent dug-out in the bank to sleep in," answered Major Veasey, getting up to go, "but our mess is rather in the open under a tarpaulin. However, it's quite a pleasant mess. Bullivant and Simpson came to dine last night, and we played bridge till eleven."
The Richelieu had been fitted with Bullivant nets, and the trial was made to learn what protection they would afford. The weather was fair, the sea moderate, and the conditions generally favorable to the torpedo; but the Whitehead missed its mark, although the Richelieu's speed was only three knots.
As it poured with rain all the morning, Monica the less regretted that she had been obliged to postpone her meeting with Widdowson. At breakfast-time she said good-bye to the three or four girls in whom she had any interest. Miss Eade was delighted to see her go. This rival finally out of the way, Mr. Bullivant might perchance turn his attention to the faithful admirer who remained.
It was Miss Eade. 'I want to speak to you, Miss Madden. Where did you go with Mr. Bullivant this morning? The voice could not have been more distinctive of a London shop-girl; its tone signified irritation. 'With Mr. Bullivant? I went nowhere with him. 'But I saw you both get into the bus in Kennington Park Road. 'Did you? Monica returned coldly. 'I can't help it if Mr.
Her expression was one of trouble. 'Where shall you spend the day, Mr. Bullivant? she asked length, with an effort to seem unconcerned. 'I really don't know. 'I should think it would be very nice up the river. And she added diffidently, 'Miss Eade is going to Richmond. 'Is she? he replied vaguely. 'At least she wished to go if she could find a companion.
Already some of our men were patching leaky, shrapnel-flicked roofs with biscuit-tins and strong strips of waterproof sheeting. We passed through A Battery's garden at nine o'clock. "We won't disturb them," said the colonel. "Bullivant is a morning sleeper, and is certain not to be up after the night-firing."
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