Chap.

 1        1|         woman of a cold type of beauty, the mother a person of
 2        4|        of her talent and of her beauty; he had given up his violin
 3        5|       her youth and plump, fair beauty, but she still held the
 4        5|    players and showmen of venal beauty. Bordenave was simply ravished
 5        8|        tenderness and childlike beauty. Little by little her soft
 6        9| constant devotion, the personal beauty, the life in common, of
 7       10|        wastefulness peculiar to beauty. She at once became queen
 8       10|         pick up the crumbs from Beauty’s table. He hardly ever
 9       10|      anything save her personal beauty; her sole care was to look
10       10|         Paris had talked of her beauty. And such devilish go and
11       12|     lace. She was triumphant in beauty; she looked young and gay,
12       14|        that Rose might lose her beauty was exasperating him. He