The House of Torchy. Ford Sewell

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       Sewell Ford

      The House of Torchy

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066162474

Table of Contents

       THE HOUSE OF TORCHY

       CHAPTER I

       TORCHY AND VEE ON THE WAY

       CHAPTER II

       VEE WITH VARIATIONS

       CHAPTER III

       A QUALIFYING TURN FOR TORCHY

       CHAPTER IV

       SWITCHING ARTS ON LEON

       CHAPTER V

       A RECRUIT FOR THE EIGHT-THREE

       CHAPTER VI

       TORCHY IN THE GAZINKUS CLASS

       CHAPTER VII

       BACK WITH CLARA BELLE

       CHAPTER VIII

       WHEN TORCHY GOT THE CALL

       CHAPTER IX

       A CARRY-ON FOR CLARA

       CHAPTER X

       ALL THE WAY WITH ANNA

       CHAPTER XI

       AT THE TURN WITH WILFRED

       CHAPTER XII

       VEE GOES OVER THE TOP

       CHAPTER XIII

       LATE RETURNS ON RUPERT

       CHAPTER XIV

       FORSYTHE AT THE FINISH

       CHAPTER XV

       THE HOUSE OF TORCHY

       CHAPTER XVI

       TORCHY GETS THE THUMB GRIP

       CHAPTER XVII

       A LOW TACKLE BY TORCHY

       CHAPTER XVIII

       TAG DAY AT TORCHY'S

       SEWELL FORD'S STORIES

       KATHLEEN NORRIS' STORIES

       BOOTH TARKINGTON'S NOVELS

       NOVELS OF FRONTIER LIFE BY WILLIAM MacLEOD RAINE

THE HOUSE OF TORCHY

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CHAPTER I

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TORCHY AND VEE ON THE WAY

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      Say, I thought I'd taken a sportin' chance now and then before; but I was only kiddin' myself. Believe me, this gettin' married act is the big plunge. Uh-huh! Specially when it's done offhand and casual, the way we went at it.

      My first jolt is handed me early in the mornin' as we piles off the mountain express at this little flag stop up in Vermont, and a roly-poly gent in a horse-blanket ulster and a coonskin cap with a badge on it steps up and greets me cheerful.

      "Ottasumpsit Inn?" says he.

      "Why, I expect so," says I, "if that's the way you call it. Otto—Otta—Yep, that listens something like it."

      You see, Mr. Robert had said it only once, when he handed me the tickets, and I hadn't paid much attention.

      "Aye gorry!" says the chirky gent, gatherin' up our hand luggage. "Guess you're the ones we're lookin' for. Got yer trunk-checks handy?"

      With that I starts fishin' through my pockets panicky. I finds a railroad folder, our marriage certificate, the keys to the studio apartment I'd hired, the box the ring came in, and——

      "Gosh!"