Practice Typing

I had got him the morning papers and the London papers of the previous night, and while we were talking at the carriage window, waiting for the train to start, he was turning them over. His eyes suddenly seemed to catch something in one of them, The Westminster Gazette I knew it by the colour and he grew quite white. He read something intently, groaning to himself. Mein Gott. Mein Gott. So soon. so soon.