Paragraph

 1 7 |    ennui. Alas! my~love is not real enough, perhaps, to soothe
 2 8 |    have time to make herself a real society. In those~days I
 3 8 |        are far~indeed from his real heart. He represents himself
 4 8 |      to~read disgusts him with real work. Indifferent to small
 5 8 |     cleverness under a passion real or feigned, is~precisely
 6 10|       Les~Touches to mask your real feelings and leave you safe
 7 11|      rapt adoration before his real~idol.~ ~After about an hour,
 8 11|     horror, of the~symptoms of real love,a species of possession
 9 12|      beyond the~humility of my real hopes. Believe me, believe
10 13|  difficult of all to hide; for real~indifference has something
11 14|      was playing!~there was no real greatness in giving Beatrix
12 14|     never, could never see the real woman that was in~Beatrix.~ ~
13 15|    Conti; but her new love was real, and it betrayed her. The
14 15|      homage of its interest to real~feelings only. Beatrix playing
15 18|    anxieties either feigned or~real.~ ~To the surface of the
16 19|        be seen, he allowed his real feelings and his weariness
17 19|        you on the track of her real illness and its~cause. As
18 21|   horror, to love nothing with real love, and tell him~his distinction
19 21|       that you will not do any real wrong," said the vicar,~
20 23|       whose~intrinsic value is real, was sure to be an object
21 23|    secret of her birth and her real name to~Fabien, who did
22 25|      love her?"~ ~"Yes, in the real sense"~ ~"If I am to abandon
23 25| Caudine forks of submission. A real love descends at times to~
24 26|        in part the effect of a real passion.~Beatrix now experienced