CENTURY OLD STYLE

SOLID

8/8 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the sun was
so bright that it even shone through the heavy vapour drooping over
Coketown, and could not be looked at steadily. Stokers emerged from
low underground doorways into factory yards, and sat on steps and
posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy visages, and contemplating
coals The whole town seemed to be frying in oil. There was a stifling
ampli of hot oil everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it, the
dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills throughout their
many stories oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy
palaces was like the breath of the simoom and their inhabitants,
wasting with heat, toiled languidly in the desert. But no temperature
made the melancholy mad elephants more mad or more sane, iheir
wearisome heads went up and down at the same rate, in hot weather
and cold, wet weather and dry, fair weather and foul. The measured
motion of their shadows on the walls, was the substitute Coketown
had to show for the shadows of rustling woods; while, for the summer

SOLID

9/9 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the
sun was so bright that it even shone through the heavy vapour
drooping over Coketown, and could not be looked at steadily.
Stokers emerged from low underground doorways into factory
yards, and sat on steps, and posts, and palings, wiping their
swarthy visages, and contemplating coals. The whole town
seemed to be frying in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil
everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it, the dresses of
the Hands were soiled with it, the mills throughout their many
stories oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy
palaces was like the breath of the simoom and their inhabi¬
tants, wasting with heat, toiled languidly in the desert. But no
temperature made the melancholy mad elephants more mad or
more sane. Their wearisome heads went up and down at the

2PT LEADED

8/10 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the sun was
so bright that it even shone through the heavy vapour drooping over
Coketown, and could not be looked at steadily. Stokers emerged from
low underground doorways into factory yards, and sat on steps, and
posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy visages, and contemplating
coals. The whole town seemed to be frying in oil. There was a stifling
smell of hot oil everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it, the
dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills throughout their
many stories oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy
palaces was like the breath of the simoom and their inhabitants,
wasting with heat, toiled languidly in the desert. But no temperature
made the melancholy mad elephants more mad or more sane. Their
wearisome heads went up and down at the same rate, in hot weather
and cold, wet weather and dry, fair weather and foul. The measured

2PTLEADED

9/11 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the
sun was so bright that it even shone through the heavy vapour
drooping over Coketown, and could not be looked at steadily.
Stokers emerged from low underground doorways into factory
yards, and sat on steps, and posts, and palings, wiping their
swarthy visages, and contemplating coals. The whole town
seemed to be frying in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil
everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it, the dresses of
the Hands were soiled with it, the mills throughout their many
stories oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy
palaces was like the breath of the simoom and their inhabi¬
tants, wasting with heat, toiled languidly in the desert. But no

4PT LEADED

8/12 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the sun was
so bright that it even shone through the heavy vapour drooping over
Coketown, and could not be looked at steadily. Stokers emerged from
low underground doorways into factory yards, and sat on steps, and
posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy visages, and contemplating
coals. The whole town seemed to be frying in oil. There was a stifling
smell of hot oil everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it, the
dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills throughout their
many stories oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy
palaces was like the breath of the simoom and their inhabitants,
wasting with heat, toiled languidly in the desert. But no temperature
made the melancholy mad elephants more mad or more sane. Their

4PTLEADED

9/13 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the
sun was so bright that it even shone through the heavy vapour
drooping over Coketown, and could not be looked at steadily.
Stokers emerged from low underground doorways into factory
yards, and sat on steps, and posts, and palings, wiping their
swarthy visages, and contemplating coals. The whole town
seemed to be frying in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil
everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it, the dresses of
the Hands were soiled with it, the mills throughout their many
stories oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy
palaces was like the breath of the simoom and their inhabi-

4PT LEADED, CONDENSED TO THE CHARACTER WIDTH OF 7PT

8/12 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the sun was so bright
that it even shone through the heavy vapour drooping over Coketown, and could
not be looked at steadily. Stokers emerged from low underground doorways into
factory yards, and sat on steps, and posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy
visages, and contemplating coals. The whole town seemed to be frying in oil.
There was a stifling smell of hot oil everywhere. The steam-engines shone with
it, the dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills throughout their many
stories oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy palaces was like the
breath of the simoom and their inhabitants, wasting with heat, toiled languidly in
the desert. But no temperature made the melancholy mad elephants more mad
or more sane. Their wearisome heads went up and down at the same rate, in hot
weather and cold, wet weather and dry, fair weather and foul. The measured

4PT LEADED, CONDENSED TO THE CHARACTER WIDTH OF 8PT

9/13 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the sun was
so bright that it even shone through the heavy vapour drooping over
Coketown, and could not be looked at steadily. Stokers emerged from
low underground doorways into factory yards, and sat on steps, and
posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy visages, and contemplating
coals. The whole town seemed to be frying in oil. There was a stifling
smell of hot oil everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it, the
dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills throughout their
many stories oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy
palaces was like the breath of the simoom and their inhabitants,
wasting with heat, toiled languidly in the desert. But no temperature

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CENTURY OLD STYLE

SOLID

10/10 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and
the sun was so bright that it even shone through the
heavy vapour drooping over Coketown, and could not be
looked at steadily. Stokers emerged from low under¬
ground doorways into factory yards, and sat on steps,
and posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy visages,
and contemplating coals. The whole town seemed to be
frying in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil
everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it, the
dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills
throughout their many stories oozed and trickled it. The
atmosphere of those Fairy palaces was like the breath of
the simoom and their inhabitants, wasting with heat,

SOLID

11/и PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer
day, and the sun was so bright that it even shone
through the heavy vapour drooping over Coketown,
and could not be looked at steadily. Stokers
emerged from low underground doorways into
factory yards, and sat on steps, and posts, and
palings, wiping their swarthy visages, and contem¬
plating coals. The whole town seemed to be frying
in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil
everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it, the
dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills
throughout their many stories oozed and trickled it.

2PTLEADED

ю/12 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and
the sun was so bright that it even shone through the
heavy vapour drooping over Coketown, and could not be
looked at steadily. Stokers emerged from low under¬
ground doorways into factory yards, and sat on steps,
and posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy visages,
and contemplating coals. The whole town seemed to be
frying in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil
everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it, the
dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills
throughout their many stories oozed and trickled it. The
atmosphere of those Fairy palaces was like the breath of

2PTLEADED

11/13 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer
day, and the sun was so bright that it even shone
through the heavy vapour drooping over Coketown,
and could not be looked at steadily. Stokers
emerged from low underground doorways into
factory yards, and sat on steps, and posts, and
palings, wiping their swarthy visages, and contem¬
plating coals. The whole town seemed to be frying
in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil
everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it, the
dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills

4PT LEADED

ю/14 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and
the sun was so bright that it even shone through the
heavy vapour drooping over Coketown, and could not be
looked at steadily. Stokers emerged from low under¬
ground doorways into factory yards, and sat on steps,
and posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy visages,
and contemplating coals. The whole town seemed to be
frying in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil
everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it, the
dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills

4PTLEADED

п/15 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer
day, and the sun was so bright that it even shone
through the heavy vapour drooping over Coketown,
and could not be looked at steadily. Stokers
emerged from low underground doorways into
factory yards, and sat on steps, and posts, and
palings, wiping their swarthy visages, and contem¬
plating coals. The whole town seemed to be frying
in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil

4PT LEADED, CONDENSED TO THE CHARACTER WIDTH OF 9PT

ю/м PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the
sun was so bright that it even shone through the heavy vapour
drooping over Coketown, and could not be looked at steadily.
Stokers emerged from low underground doorways into factory
yards, and sat on steps, and posts, and palings, wiping their
swarthy visages, and contemplating coals. The whole town
seemed to be frying in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil
everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it, the dresses of
the Hands were soiled with it, the mills throughout their many
stories oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy

4PT LEADED, CONDENSED TO THE CHARACTER WIDTH OF 10PT

п/15 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and
the sun was so bright that it even shone through the
heavy vapour drooping over Coketown, and could not be
looked at steadily. Stokers emerged from low under¬
ground doorways into factory yards, and sat on steps,
and posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy visages,
and contemplating coals. The whole town seemed to be
frying in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil
everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it, the

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