Sport: In Roubaix

From a bathing house in Roubaix, France, emerged one Mme. Cuvelier Desprez, 87, moving with the cramped, deliberate shuffle of the very old. About her wasted body, peaked shoulder, shriveled rib, a one-piece bathing suit hung in folds from whose lower regions projected the wishbone straddle of her thighs. Her face was lean, brown, seamed with a thousand lines. The bathing attendant tapped her on the shoulder. "Be careful, my old one! Not so near the edge. One slip and— plumps—you would be in, hein?" Mme. Cuvelier turned on him the point of...

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