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Show 51 somebody from t'Stationers' Company could walk in 'ere any minute and arrest me for treason!" Hyrum felt himself ahead of Lathrop in reasoning out the situation, "They only bother with serious printers!" remarked Lathrop. "And what y'ave asked me to do isn't serious? Ah think Ah.must a bin mad when thou asked me to print this letter and Ah said, 'yes.'" "It's a letter fit for t'King and t'Bishop!" "God save the mark!" Hyrum was afraid that the evil omen couldn't be dispelled at this late notice. With a deep sigh, and a resignation that their fate was inevitable now, he inked the form and made the first impression of the fateful letter. "There." Hyrum performed the courageous deed of putting ink to paper. "Oh, let's see it!" Lathrop was eager to read. Hyrum peeled the paper off the type and handed it to Lathrop whose eyes began to quickly scan the words. "The ink's still wet," Hyrum cautioned Lathrop not to smear it. "A fine job. Y'ave done a fine job!" "Having such a good screw press is apt to be my undoing." |