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Updated: May 23, 2025
On the 5th to Torry Hill. 12th, to Ampthill. 13th, down to Woburn with Lord Wensleydale and Froude. 14th, to the Grove. When at Torry Hill I got a note from Charles Greville asking me to come up to see him. I did so on the 10th. It was then he asked me to take charge of his journals. Some further conversation took place between us. From M. Guizot Paris, 1 fevrier.
They seized each others' hands and rose to the surface. It was Torry! When they popped up and expelled the air from their lungs and blinked the water from their eyes, each boy instantly recognized the other. "Crickey!" coughed Torrance. "I thought we'd lost you." "Are you all right?" demanded Morgan. "Just as all right as a fellow can be when he he can't walk ashore," chattered Torry.
"That's true," I answered; "but as there will be only myself and Archy Torry to provide for, I think I can manage to get along very well until profitable work comes in." He whispered to me, "Keep your heart up!" With such views, he said, I was sure to do well.
Torrence, the third vice-president you know Torry; he was in the class ahead of us at college, the man who never smiles Torry seemed anxious to learn about her from me, which is certainly droll. He said she acknowledged her last remittance three months ago from Bangkok wherever that is. Torry couldn't see that Bangkok is so absurdly remote that the idea of a widow's strolling off there is funny.
Ensign Filson leaped for the safety pin that had been jerked out of the depth bomb just as Phil Morgan, on his knees, set the bomb up on its flat end. "Good boy, Whistler!" shrieked Torry. Ensign Filson reached the spot and slipped the plug into place. Between them they held the bomb upright on its flat end until the seamen could pass a line around it.
We don't want to stub our toe against some other craft, and that before we get out of the cove." "A submarine, for instance?" chuckled Frenchy, soon becoming pacified. "Ikey's father thinks maybe he might bag one while we're out here." "I'd like to get a close-up view of one of those submarine chasers," remarked Torry, finding the horn in the forward locker.
MacMasters!" cried Torry. "We've got to get ashore somehow for supper, you know." The ensign smiled at him. "I am afraid you will have to remain aboard and help eat some of your own fish for supper. No time just now to put you boys on land." The S. P. 888 was shaking throughout her structure before she came square with the exit of the cove.
Me head's gettin' that swelled I couldn't draw a watch cap down over me ears." The exhaust of the auxiliary engine of the catboat was spitting when Frenchy hailed their mates. Whistler was loosening the points of the big sail while Torry worked at the engine. "How'll we get over there?" demanded Ikey. "There's no boat here."
"Hold on, Torry," he said earnestly. "I bet that's one of the guards now. See that fellow in the bushes over there?" "I see the man you mean!" Frenchy exclaimed, leaning over the back of the front seat of the automobile. "But he isn't in khaki. And he hasn't got a gun." All the Navy boys in the automobile, even Seven Knott, saw the man to whom Whistler Morgan had first drawn attention.
"Yes, sir; but it's only been quite recent, and, knowing Mr. Singleton was coming, we didn't like to bother you." "We can only apologize, Torry," I interposed. "The employees have been alarmed, but we're bound to commend their zeal." "Humph!" he ejaculated, the wounds to his dignity still rankling. I forced a cigar upon him and talked of the weather to cover Antoine's retreat.
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