Chap.

1        5|        while the dresser, Mme Jules by name, was getting ready
2        5|  Venus’ tights and tunic. Mme Jules was a woman of no age. She
3        5|      up anyhow, Satin and Mme Jules standing back against the
4        5| movement. And there stood Mme Jules, waiting, cool and rigid
5        5|  remain motionless, while Mme Jules came and went quietly without
6        5|    hips.~Silence reigned. Mme Jules had noticed a tear in the
7        5|      held out her arms to Mme Jules, who drew the short–sleeved
8        5|       to go on the stage. Mme Jules, with vacant, unconcerned
9        5|   furs slip from her, and Mme Jules, standing behind, had caught