The big clock in The Russellville Record office said half-past three, and Dick Sumner stood in front of his case distributing type. “It’s a dark day,” he said to himself, glancing at the window, “and I’m afraid I feel rather dark myself. But that won’t do;” and he straightened himself up and began to drop the types faster than ever.…
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