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[[underlined]] Sunday Nov. 15th 1914.

It is the first minute I have had to write, after getting off a few letters home.

I was interrupted a thousand years ago as I ^[[write]] "about seven" by the telephone ringing.  "Mr Bacon to see you". "Ask him to come up".  I was in bed but what difference did it make.  News - lots of it.  The regular night boat had been taken off - we would arrive by the ten o'clock train "the-day-after-the-day-after tomorrow".  Luckily it had been discovered.  By leaving in the morning (at ten) we should arrive in Paris that evening 9.40. via Folkestone & Havre.  "Gosh I am glad".  My language was stronger than that.  He sat on the edge of my bed and told me a tale that make my hair stand on end.  The Olympic had been called to the rescue of the    (one of the biggest and best English battleships) which had been struck by a mine.  They dashed headlong through the mine district to the aid of the ....  She was sinking.  Took off as many as they