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She went to Boston that Friday afternoon, anxious to get safely home with Veronica. We parted with many a kiss and shake of the hand and last words. I cried when I went up to my room, for I found a present there a beautiful workbox, and in it was a small Bible with my name and hers written on the fly-leaf in large print-like, but tremulous letters.
He pointed to some neatly addressed labels tacked strongly to each lid the writing done in firm, bold, print-like characters: John Harrison, passenger, by S.S. Aerolite. Newcastle to Hamburg. I was looking from one label to the other and finding them all alike, when we heard voices at the foot of the stair, and from out of them came Superintendent Murray's, demanding loudly who was above.
It must have come then by the two o'clock delivery, without a doubt; but the address, why, the address was written in some unknown hand, and in printing capitals. Elma tore it open with a beating heart, and read the one line of manuscript it contained, which was also written in the same print-like letters. "Don't be afraid," the letter said, "It will do you no harm. Resist it when it comes.
But it will speak: machinery is fatally accurate to time and place. Can nothing stay it, or stop the trembling of those bursting iron spheres among yon pretty print-like homes? No: look at the buoy, wish-wash, rolling lazily, bobbing in the water, a lazy, idle cask, with nothing in the world to do on this day of busy mischief. What hands coopered it in the new West? what farmer filled it?
She examined them one by one in silence while McKay ran through the pages of the notebook discoloured pages all warped and stained in their leather binding but written in pencil with print-like distinction. "Sir W. Blint," murmured McKay, still busy with the notebook. "Can't find what W. stood for."
He resented the offer like a blow on the face, blushed crimson with ardent indignation, and almost staggered to the writing-table; there he seized a postcard, and in large, clear, print-like letters threw back the insult with cutting contempt.
D'Arnot was astonished to see, in plain print-like characters, a message in English: I am Tarzan of the Apes. Who are you? Can you read this language? D'Arnot seized the pencil then he stopped. This strange man wrote English evidently he was an Englishman. "Yes," said D'Arnot, "I read English. I speak it also. Now we may talk. First let me thank you for all that you have done for me."
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