must go to Soochow; there was no help for it. On business? No. Mr. Jones is not a business man. Neither am I. It was this kind of a must. Once, years ago, we travelled quite across America. One thing haunted us from shore to shore. On noble trees, on rocky cliffs, on board fences, on buildings, on steamer wharfs, everywhere from ocean to ocean, we were exhorted in letters so bold, so big and so black that they seemed like an inky scream, to 'BUY THE
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