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Again Miss Maitland hesitated, although not sufficiently to attract her companion's notice. She was not accustomed to interviews in private offices with strange young men. But she entered, and Smith behind her, and the glass door closed on them both, shutting out the sound of the clicking typewriters. Helen seated herself with her back to the window. "Go on," she said. "I want to hear everything."
George a note from Amory, who had been at Long Branch with The Aloha when the letter was posted and was coming up that noon to put ashore Bennietod. "May Cawthorne have his day off to-morrow and go with me?" the letter ended. "I'll call up at noon to find out." "Yah!" growled Chillingworth, "it's breaking up the whole staff, that's what it's doin'. You'll all want cut-glass typewriters next."
"Mother say, now, listen! I don't believe that's the way they clean typewriters. Miss Symonds, she's the Principal's seckerterry to our school, an' she sits in the office, she cleans her machine with oil and a little fine brush, like you clean your teeth with." "What you been doin' in the Principal's office, miss, I should like to know?
"We have one great university for orphan children and those without a name, and from it all the departments of the government are supplied with secretaries, clerks, typewriters and messengers, and as they are physically, mentally and morally trained for the duties of life, they are highly prized in the matrimonial market.
We had to wait in a large room filled with draughtsmen and typewriters, and on the wall hung a map, on a huge scale, of the frontier of the Vosges. "Alfred sent in his name. "A few minutes afterwards we were ushered into an office. A big man, seated behind a table heaped with bundles of papers, scrutinised us over his spectacles: he was bald, and wore a thick square-cut fair beard.
This was an immense room, where fifty men and a few girls were busy at long desks, the air was filled with the hum of typewriters and the murmur of low voices. Beyond it was a door that gave upon more stairs, and at the top of them a small bare room known as the lunch-room.
In fact, one of the first things to attract my attention in Java was the great variety of American articles on sale and in use motor cars, tires, typewriters, office supplies, cameras, phonographs, agricultural machinery of all descriptions. More than a tenth of Surabaya's population is Chinese and their commercial influence dominates the whole city.
Three or four typewriters were clicking away, operated by sallow-faced girls, and behind a tall desk were two bookkeepers, in one of whom Uncle John recognized with mild surprise the tramp he had encountered at Chazy Junction on the morning of his arrival.
She had also, she discovered, to run errands for Miss Bacon several times during the course of a day; to buy paper for the typewriters, to fetch Miss Bacon's lunch, on one occasion to buy some cooling lotion for Miss Bacon's bruise.
Mr. Baker asked. "What next?" "How many typewriters have you in your offices, Mr. Baker? Machines, I mean, not operators." "About thirty, I guess. Or maybe thirty-five. Why?" "I want you to get me a sample of the writing of each machine, without letting anyone know about it. Put each one on a separate sheet of paper, with a note added, stating whose machine it is that is, in whose office." Mr.
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