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PERPETUA

334

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14 POINT PERPETUA, ITALIC AND BOLD

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12 POINT PERPETUA, ITALIC AND BOLD

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11 POINT PERPETUA, ITALIC AND BOLD

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10 POINT PERPETUA, ITALIC AND BOLD

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9 POINT PERPETUA, ITALIC AND BOLD

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8 POINT PERPETUA, ITALIC AND BOLD

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7 POINT PERPETUA, ITALIC AND BOLD

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6 POINT PERPETUA, ITALIC AND BOLD

-PICAS - - - - 15 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30

_8 POINT 24 28_ 32 36 40 44 48 52 56 60 64 ~i Tz ñ Ю M 88 ii 96 100 104 108 112 116 120

- - 31 5? 43 47 50 54 57 61 65 68 72 75 79 82 86 90 93 97 100 104 108

PERPETUA

8/8 PT

9/9 PT

10/10 PT

11/11 PT

SOLID

2PT LEADED

Immediately after lunch I returned to the Luxembourg, and soon 1 saw my friend
giving his arm with old-world politeness to a tiny little old lady in black, to whom I
was introduced. It was La Castris, the famous ballerina, toast of princes, favourite of
the King, idol of all that courtly age, which seems to have left behind a haunting
perfume of gallantry in the world.

We sat down on a bench; it was May. The scent of flowers was wafted along the
trim walks; the cheerful sunshine streamed through the leaves, splashing us with
pools of light. La Castris’ black dress seemed drenched with liquid gold.

The garden was deserted; the rumble of traffic could be heard in the distance.
‘Could you explain to me’, I asked the old dancer, ‘what the Minuet was like?’

He started. ‘The Minuet, Sir, is the queen of dances and the dance of queens, if

you

understand me. Now that Kings are no more, the Minuet has disappeared.’

Then in stilted language he began a long, extravagantly enthusiastic panegyric,
which was quite incomprehensible. 1 wanted him to describe the steps with every
figure and gesture. But he got hopelessly mixed, nervously exasperated at his own
inability, till he gave it up.

Suddenly, turning to his aged companion, who had remained gravely silent, he
said: ‘Elise, I wonder if you would - it would be so sweet of you - would you be

8/10 PT Immediately after lunch I returned to the Luxembourg, and soon I saw my friend
giving his arm with old-world politeness to a tiny little old lady in black, to whom I
was introduced. It was La Castris, the famous ballerina, toast of princes, favourite of
the King, idol of all that courtly age, which seems to have left behind a haunting
perfume of gallantry in the world.

Mb sat down on a bench; it was May. The scent of flowers was wafted along the
trim walks; the cheerful sunshine streamed through the leaves, splashing us with
pools of light. La Castris’ black dress seemed drenched with liquid gold.

The garden was deserted; the rumble of traffic could be heard in the distance.
‘Could you explain to me’, 1 asked the old dancer, ‘what the Minuet was like?’

He started. ‘The Minuet, Sir, is the queen of dances and the dance of queens, if
you understand me. Now that Kings are no more, the Minuet has disappeared.’

Then in stilted language he began a long, extravagantly enthusiastic panegyric,
which was quite incomprehensible. I wanted him to describe the steps with every

SOLID

Immediately after lunch I returned to the Luxembourg, and soon I saw my 9/11 PT

friend giving his arm with old-world politeness to a tiny little old lady in

black, to whom I was introduced. It was La Castris, the famous ballerina,

toast of princes, favourite of the King, idol of all that courtly age, which

seems to have left behind a haunting perfume of gallantry in the world.

We sat down on a bench; it was May. The scent of flowers was wafted
along the trim walks; the cheerful sunshine streamed through the leaves,
splashing us with pools of light. La Castris’ black dress seemed drenched
with liquid gold.

The garden was deserted; the rumble of traffic could be heard in the
distance.

‘Could you explain to me’, I asked the old dancer, ‘what the Minuet was
like?’

He started. ‘The Minuet, Sir, is the queen of dances and the dance of
queens, if you understand me. Now that Kings are no more, the Minuet has
disappeared.’

2PT LEADED

Immediately after lunch I returned to the Luxembourg, and soon I saw my
friend giving his arm w'ith old-world politeness to a tiny little old lady in
black, to whom I was introduced. It was La Castris, the famous ballerina,
toast of princes, favourite of the King, idol of all that courtly age, which
seems to have left behind a haunting perfume of gallantry' in the world.

We sat down on a bench; it was May. The scent of flowers was wafted
along the trim walks; the cheerful sunshine streamed through the leaves,
splashing us with pools of light. La Castris’ black dress seemed drenched
with liquid gold.

The garden was deserted; the rumble of traffic could be heard in the
distance.

‘Could you explain to me’, I asked the old dancer, ‘what the Minuet was
like?’

SOLID

Immediately after lunch I returned to the Luxembourg, and soon I 10/12 PT

saw my friend giving his arm with old-world politeness to a tiny

little old lady in black, to whom I was introduced. It was La Castris,

the famous ballerina, toast of princes, favourite of the King, idol of

all that courtly age, which seems to have left behind a haunting

perfume of gallantry in the world.

We sat down on a bench; it was May. The scent of flowers was
wafted along the trim walks; the cheerful sunshine streamed
through the leaves, splashing us with pools of light. La Castris’ black
dress seemed drenched with liquid gold.

The garden was deserted; the rumble of traffic could be heard in
the distance.

‘Could you explain to me’, I asked the old dancer, ‘what the
Minuet was like?’

2PT LEADED

Immediately after lunch I returned to the Luxembourg, and soon I
saw my friend giving his arm with old-world politeness to a tiny
little old lady in black, to whom I was introduced. It was La Castris,
the famous ballerina, toast of princes, favourite of the King, idol of
all that courtly age, which seems to have left behind a haunting
perfume of gallantry in the world.

We sat down on a bench; it was May. The scent of flowers was
wafted along the trim walks; the cheerful sunshine streamed
through the leaves, splashing us with pools of light. La Castris’ black
dress seemed drenched with liquid gold.

The garden was deserted; the rumble of traffic could be heard in
the distance.

SOLID

Immediately after lunch I returned to the Luxembourg, and 11/13 PT

soon I saw my friend giving his arm with old-world politeness

to a tiny little old lady in black, to whom I was introduced. It

was La Castris, the famous ballerina, toast of princes, favourite

of the King, idol of all that courtly age, which seems to have

left behind a haunting perfume of gallantry in the world.

We sat down on a bench; it was May. The scent of flowers

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was wafted along the trim walks; the cheerful sunshine
streamed through the leaves, splashing us with pools of light.

La Castris’ black dress seemed drenched with liquid gold.

The garden was deserted; the rumble of traffic could be
heard in the distance.

‘Could you explain to me’, I asked the old dancer, ‘what

2PTLEADED

Immediately after lunch 1 returned to the Luxembourg, and
soon I sawr my friend giving his arm with old-world politeness
to a tiny little old lady in black, to whom 1 was introduced. It
was La Castris, the famous ballerina, toast of princes, favourite
of the King, idol of all that courtly age, which seems to have
left behind a haunting perfume of gallantry in the world.

We sat down on a bench; it was May. The scent of flowers
was wafted along the trim walks; the cheerful sunshine
streamed through the leaves, splashing us with pools of light.
La Castris’ black dress seemed drenched with liquid gold.

The garden was deserted; the rumble of traffic could be

The Minuet Guy De Maupassant

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