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PICAS

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GOUDY

6/6 PT

6/8 PT

6/10 PT

SOLID

The wretched woman was in a brilliant full toilette, her arms and all her fingers sparkling with
bracelets and rings; and the brilliants on her breast which Steyne had given her. He had her hand in
his, and was bowing over it to kiss it, when Becky started up with a feint scream as she caught sight of
Rawdon’s white face. At the next instant she tried a smile, a horrid smile, as if to welcome her
husband: and Steyne rose up, grinding his teeth, pale, and with fury in his looks.

He, too, attempted a laugh - and came forward holding out his hand. ‘What, come back! How d'ye
do, Crawley?’ he said, the nerves of his mouth twitching as he tried to grin at the intruder.

There was that in Rawdon’s fece which caused Becky to fling herself before him. 'I am innocent,
Rawdon,’ she said; ‘before God, 1 am innocent.’ She clung hold of his coat, of his hands; her own
were all covered with serpents, and rings, and baubles. ‘I am innocent. Say I am innocent,’ she said to
Lord Steyne.

He thought a trap had been laid for him, and was as furious with the wife as with the husband.
‘You innocent! Damn you,’ he screamed out. ‘You innocent! Why, every trinket you have on your
body is paid for by me. I have given you thousands of pounds which this fellow has spent, and for
which he has sold you. Innocent, by -! You’re as innocent as your mother, the ballet-girl, and your
husband the bully2. Don't think to frighten me as you have done others. Make way, sir, and let me
pass;’ and Lord Steyne seized up his hat, and, with flame in his eyes, and looking his enemy fiercely in
the face, marched upon him, never for a moment doubting that the other would give way.

But Rawdon Crawley springing out, seized him by the neck-cloth, until Steyne, almost strangled,
writhed, and bent under his arm. ‘You lie, you dog!’ said Rawdon. ‘You lie, you coward and villain!’
And he struck the Peer twice over the face with his open hand, and flung him bleeding to the
ground. It was all done before Rebecca could interpose, she stood there trembling before him. She
admired her husband, strong, brave, and victorious.

SOLID

The wretched woman was in a brilliant full toilette, her arms and all her fingers
sparkling with bracelets and rings; and the brilliants on her breast which Steyne had
given her. He had her hand in his, and was bowing over it to kiss it, when Becky
started up with a faint scream as she caught sight of Rawdon’s white face. At the next
instant she tried a smile, a horrid smile, as if to welcome her husband: and Steyne rose
up, grinding his teeth, pale, and with fury in his looks.

He, too, attempted a laugh - and came forward holding out his hand. ‘What, come
back. How d’ye do, Crawley?’ he said, the nerves of his mouth twitching as he tried to
grin at the intruder.

There was that in Rawdon s face which caused Becky to fling herself before him. ‘I
am innocent, Rawdon, she said; ‘before God, I am innocent.’ She clung hold of his
coat, of his hands; her own were all covered with serpents, and rings, and baubles. І
am innocent. Say I am innocent,’ she said to Lord Steyne.

He thought a trap had been laid for him, and was as furious with the wife as with
the husband. ‘You innocent! Damn you,’ he screamed out. ‘You innocent! Why, every
trinket you have on your body is paid for by me. I have given you thousands of pounds
which this fellow has spent, and for which he has sold you. Innocent, by —! You’re as
innocent as your mother, the ballet-girl, and your husband the bully2. Don’t think to
frighten me as you have done others. Make way, sir, and let me pass;’ and Lord Steyne

2PT LEADED

The wretched woman was in a brilliant full toilette, her arms and all her fingers sparkling with 7/9

bracelets and rings; and the brilliants on her breast which Steyne had given her. He had her hand in
his, and was bowing over it to kiss it, when Becky started up with a faint scream as she caught sight of
Rawdon’s white face. At the next instant she tried a smile, a horrid smile, as if to welcome her
husband: and Steyne rose up, grinding his teeth, pale, and with fury in his looks.

He, too, attempted a laugh - and came forward holding out his hand. ‘What, come back! How d’ye
do, Crawley?’ he said, the nerves of his mouth twitching as he tried to grin at the intruder.

There was that in Rawdon’s face which caused Becky to fling herself before him. ‘I am innocent,

Rawdon,’ she said; ‘before God, I am innocent.’ She clung hold of his coat, of his hands; her own
were all covered with serpents, and rings, and baubles. ‘1 am innocent. Say 1 am innocent,’ she said to
Lord Steyne.

He thought a trap had been laid for him, and was as furious with the wife as with the husband.

‘You innocent! Damn you,’ he screamed out. ‘You innocent! Why, every trinket you have on your
body is paid for by me. I have given you thousands of pounds which this fellow has spent, and for
which he has sold you. Innocent, by -! You’re as innocent as your mother, the ballet-girl, and your
husband the bully2. Don’t think to frighten me as you have done others. Make way, sir, and let me
pass;’ and Lord Steyne seized up his hat, and, with flame in his eyes, and looking his enemy fiercely in

2PTLEADED

The wretched woman was in a brilliant full toilette, her arms and all her fingers
sparkling with bracelets and rings; and the brilliants on her breast which Steyne had
given her. He had her hand in his, and was bowing over it to kiss it, when Becky
started up with a faint scream as she caught sight of Rawdon’s white face. At the next
instant she tried a smile, a horrid smile, as if to welcome her husband: and Steyne rose
up, grinding his teeth, pale, and with fury in his looks.

He, too, attempted a laugh - and came forward holding out his hand. ‘What, come
back! How d’ye do, Crawley?’ he said, the nerves of his mouth twitching as he tried to
grin at the intruder.

There was that in Rawdon’s face which caused Becky to fling herself before him. ‘I
am innocent, Rawdon, she said; ‘before God, I am innocent.’ She clung hold of his
coat, of his hands; her own were all covered with serpents, and rings, and baubles. ‘I
am innocent. Say I am innocent,’ she said to Lord Steyne.

He thought a trap had been laid for him, and was as furious with the wife as with
the husband. ‘You innocent! Damn you,’ he screamed out. ‘You innocent! Why, every

4PT LEADED

The wretched woman was in a brilliant full toilette, her arms and all her fingers sparkling with 7/11 PT

He, too, attempted a laugh - and came forward holding out his hand. ‘What, come back! How d’ye
do, Crawley?’ he said, the nerves of his mouth twitching as he tried to grin at the intruder.

There was that in Rawdon’s face which caused Becky to fling herself before him. ‘I am innocent,

Rawdon,’ she said; ‘before God, I am innocent.’ She clung hold of his coat, of his hands; her own
were all covered with serpents, and rings, and baubles. ‘I am innocent. Say I am innocent,’ she said to
Lord Steyne.

He thought a trap had been laid for him, and was as furious with the wife as with the husband.

Y)u innocent! Damn you, he screamed out. ‘You innocent! Why, every trinket you have on your
body is paid for by me. I have given you thousands of pounds which this fellow has spent, and for

4PT LEADED

The wretched woman was in a brilliant full toilette, her arms and all her fingers
sparkling with bracelets and rings; and the brilliants on her breast which Steyne had
given her. He had her hand in his, and was bowing over it to kiss it, when Becky
started up with a faint scream as she caught sight of Rawdon’s white face. At the next
instant she tried a smile, a horrid smile, as if to welcome her husband: and Steyne rose
up, grinding his teeth, pale, and with fury in his looks.

He, too, attempted a laugh - and came forward holding out his hand. 'What, come
back! How d’ye do, Crawley?’ he said, the nerves of his mouth twitching as he tried to
grin at the intruder.

There was that in Rawdon’s face which caused Becky to fling herself before him. ‘I
am innocent, Rawdon,’ she said; ‘before God, I am innocent. ’ She clung hold of his
coat, of his hands; her own were all covered with serpents, and rings, and baubles. ‘I
am innocent. Say I am innocent,’ she said to Lord Steyne.

4PT LEADED, CONDENSED TO THE CHARACTER WIDTH OF 5PT

The wretched woman was in a brilliant fall toilette, her arms and all her fingers sparkling with bracelets and rings; and 7/11 PT

the brilliants on her breast which Steyne had given her. He had her hand in his, and was bowing over it to kiss it, when
Becky started up with a faint scream as she caught sight of Rawdon's white face. At the next instant she tried a smile, a
horrid smile, as if to welcome her husband: and Steyne rose up, grinding his teeth, pale, and with fary in his looks.

He, too, attempted a laugh - and came forward holding out his hand. 'What, come back! How d’ye do, Crawley?’ he
said, the nerves of his mouth twitching as he tried to grin at the intruder.

There was that in Rawdon’s face which caused Becky to fling herself before him. ‘I am innocent, Rawdon,' she said;
before God, I am innocent. She clung hold of his coat, of his hands; her own were all covered with serpents, and rings,
and baubles. ‘I am innocent. Say I am innocent,' she said to Lord Steyne.

He thought a trap had been laid for him, and was as farious with the wife as with the husband. ‘You innocent! Damn
you,’ he screamed out. ‘You innocent! Why, every trinket you have on your body is paid for by me. I have given you
thousands of pounds which this fellow has spent, and for which he has sold you. Innocent, by -! You’re as innocent as
your mother, the ballet-girl, and your husband the bully2. Don’t think to frighten me as you have done others. Make way,
sir, and let me pass;’ and Lord Steyne seized up his hat, and, with flame in his eyes, and looking his enemy fiercely in the

4PT LEADED, CONDENSED TO THE CHARACTER WIDTH OF 6PT

The wretched woman was in brilliant fall toilette, her arms and all her fingers sparkling with bracelets
and rings; and the brilliants on her breast which Steyne had given her. He had her hand in his, and
was bowing over it to kiss it, when Becky started up with a faint scream as she caught sight of
Rawdon’s white face. At the next instant she tried a smile, a horrid smile, as if to welcome her
husband: and Steyne rose up, grinding his teeth, pale, and with fary in his looks.

He, too, attempted a laugh - and came forward holding out his hand. ‘What, come back! How d’ye
do, Crawley?’ he said, the nerves of his mouth twitching as he tried to grin at the intruder.

There was that in Rawdon’s face which caused Becky to fling herself before him. 'I am innocent,
Rawdon,’ she said; 'before God, I am innocent.’ She clung hold of his coat, of his hands; her own
were all covered with serpents, and rings, and baubles. ‘I am innocent. Say I am innocent,’ she said to
Lord Steyne.

He thought a trap had been laid for him, and was as farious with the wife as with the husband.
‘You innocent! Damn you,’ he screamed out. ‘You innocent! Why, every trinket you have on your

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