The torpedoings, ugly and effective as they might be, were not spectacular: the usual puff of smoke from the victim's funnel and the muffled explosion heard only by the nearer ships.
It was four, as a matter of fact, ere a steamer with a melodious bargeful of hounds anchored at that landing.
After the rain, a load of shillig-a-bookas came out.
Love stood the siege.
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