It shocked me that this little film we made in Torrance, California, connected with people abroad.
“When you left Hetty and me alone we understood it was because Mr. Torrance was waiting for you,” she said.
Mr. Torrance is as alarmed as if the judge had looked over the bench and asked where he was.
"That's a compliment to the rest of us," said Torrance, who sat on the other side.
He performed them with much success, and in a way that only Torrance could.
"Erskine is filling his house too, I suppose," Torrance said.
Torrance strode to an open window and blew a silver whistle.
Accordingly these two went on ahead in very close talk, and Torrance and I brought up the rear.
Torrance said nothing whatever, and his silence was significant.
“This is Mr. Torrance, Harold,” said Mr. Compton as they entered.