the first printer
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one evening in midsummer, nearly five hundred years ago, a stranger arrived in the quaint old toed douesses as to ht be. a traveler in those days to be looked at and talked about. this traveler reat consequence. he h he had ing. the landlord man, bright of eye and quick of movement. he might have the best room in the house.
“my name,” he said, “is john gutenberg, and my home is in mayence.”
“ah, in mayence, is it?” exclaimed the landlord，“and pray ood haarlem?”
“i am a traveler,” ans.
“a traveler! and to learn,” to gain knoe by seeing the reat things,” said the landlord.
“yes,” said gutenberg，“i have h s cooked, pray tell me est thing you have seen .”
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