"Forgive me, dearest, if I spoke hastily." pleaded the repentant man. " Oh, a mere matter of 274 words a minute,?' responded the fair stenographer, looking ruefully at her wilted white waiat.'..'
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Evening Star, Evening Star, Issue 10470, 13 November 1897, Supplement
Evening Star Evening Star, Issue 10470, 13 November 1897, Supplement
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