Practice Typing

Two pilgrims were quarrelling in hurried whispers as to which bank. Left. no, no; how can you. Right, right, of course. It is very serious, said the managers voice behind me; I would be desolated if anything should happen to Mr. Kurtz before we came up. I looked at him, and had not the slightest doubt he was sincere. He was just the kind of man who would wish to preserve appearances. That was his restraint.