Their plan eventually backfires as the young beauty begins to fall in love with the old man.

We owe to the 18th century the perception that beauty begins with fear.

It wasn't true that her beauty had begun to fail in the last several decades.

Your paintings have edges, marking off where the beauty begins and ends.

And as she aged and her beauty began to fade, that fear would only increase.

Then she smiled, and her beauty began to manifest.

Soon the beauty around us began to sink in.

Then the beauty of the day began to work its magic on me.

And then, as their beauty began to wash over me in waves, I relented.

But during the 19th century, the beauty of the area and its estates slowly began to disappear.