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, inoneafternoon, , , wristbands, andneckband, settingthelatteratrightanglestotheshirt, , heflungtheshirtsonarackbetweenhimandMartin, whocaughtthemupand "backed" .
Itwasexhaustingwork, carriedon, hourafterhour, , menandwomen, incoolwhite, , whiletheirons, movingoverthedampcloth, , , , , andMartinfoundtimetomarvelattheaccuracyhedeveloped—anautomaticaccuracy, foundeduponcriteriathatweremachine-likeandunerring.
', headandhand, anintelligentmachine, , aconningtower, whenceweredirectedhisarmandshouldermuscles, histennimblefingers, andtheswift-movingironalongitssteamingpathinbroad, sweepingstrokes, justsomanystrokesandnomore, justsofarwitheachstrokeandnotafractionofaninchfarther, rushingalonginterminablesleeves, sides, backs, andtails, andtossingthefinishedshirts, withoutrumpling, , , hourafterhour, .
, butsogreatwastheheatofthedayandofhisexertions, , atsea, exceptatrareintervals, 'stime; butherethemanagerofthehotelwaslordofMartin'-racking, , , ortobreakfastinthemorning, thatsheassertedherselftohiminfleetingmemories.
"Thisishell, ain'tit?" Joeremarkedonce.
Martinnodded, , asitdidthistime, compellingMartintomissastrokeofhisironandtomaketwoextramotionsbeforehecaughthisstrideagain.
,—thesheets, pillow-slips, spreads, table-cloths, , theybuckleddownto "fancystarch." Itwasslowwork, fastidiousanddelicate, , .

