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                            Read the story. Dramatize it. Retell the story:
                            1.  as it is;
                            2.  without details;
                            3.  as the lady.


                                                                THE LUNCHEON

                                                                          (After W. S. Maugham)

                                  I saw her in the theatre and in answer to her beckoning I went to
                            her place during the interval and sat down beside her. It was long since I
                            had last seen her. She addressed me brightly.
                            -  Well,  it's  many  years  since  we  first  met.  How  time  flies!  Do  you
                            remember the first time I saw you? You asked me for luncheon.
                                   Did I remember?!
                                  It was twenty years ago  and I was living in Paris. I had a small
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                            apartment in the Latin Quarter  and was earning barely enough  money
                            to keep body and soul together. She had read a book of mine and had
                            written to me about it. I answered thanking her and soon I received from
                            her another letter saying that she was passing through Paris and would
                            like to have a talk with me; but her time was limited and the only free
                            moment she had was on the following Thursday. She asked if I would
                            give  her  a  small  luncheon  at  Foyot's.  Foyot's  is  a  restaurant  at  which
                            French senators eat and I had never thought of going there. But I was
                            flattered  and  I  was  too  young  to  say  ”no”  to  a  woman.  I  answered  I
                            would meet her at Foyot's.
                                  I had  only  eighty francs; all the  money I  had till the end  of the
                            month.  A  small  luncheon  will  not  cost  more  than  fifteen  francs,  I
                            thought, and if I don't take coffee for the next two weeks, I shall have
                            enough money till the end of the month.
                                  She was not so young as I expected and in appearance imposing
                            rather than attractive. She was in fact a woman of forty. She wanted to
                            talk about me and I was prepared to be an attentive listener.
                                  I was startled when the menu was brought, for the prices were a


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                              Pайон у Парижі, де живуть здебільшого художники, письменники,
                            артисти.

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