1 Beautiful," said Mrs. Manresa, "beautiful.
2 "She walks in beauty like the night," he quoted.
3 "Oh but it was beautiful," Mrs. Lynn Jones protested.
4 It was for her, moved by the beauty of the Barn, to stand still; to draw aside; to gaze; to let other people come first.
5 But they were so beautiful, naked, with one flushed cheek, one green, that Mrs. Swithin left them naked, and the wasps burrowed holes.
6 Now he," said Mrs. Manresa, as if referring to the delicacy with which he did this, and imputing to him the same skill in writing, "writes beautifully.
7 She's not so ill favoured, Sir Spaniel--there's beauty in our line--but that a gentleman of taste and breeding like yourself now might take pity on her.
8 Thick of waist, large of limb, and, save for her hair, fashionable in the tight modern way, she never looked like Sappho, or one of the beautiful young men whose photographs adorned the weekly papers.
9 And retrieving some glint of faith from the grey waters, hopefully, without much help from reason, she followed the fish; the speckled, streaked, and blotched; seeing in that vision beauty, power, and glory in ourselves.