Richard was so sure that his eyes were wrong that Gwen decided to test them, just to please him. She printed some letters on a card like she had seen at the oculist’s, and, holding it at arm’s length at the end of the room, cried, “Now then, read them.” “8.C.E.F.” said Richard quickly. “But I don’t know what the last one is, unless it’s a ‘J.’ If it is, it’s very badly printed.”
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXVI, 19 August 1933, Page 10
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74Richard was so sure that his eyes were wrong that Gwen decided to test them, just to please him. She printed some letters on a card like she had seen at the oculist’s, and, holding it at arm’s length at the end of the room, cried, “Now then, read them.” “B.C.E.F.” said Richard quickly. “But I don’t know what the last one is, unless it’s a ‘J.’ If it is, it’s very badly printed.” Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXVI, 19 August 1933, Page 10
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