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 1 III |    they clanged.~ ~"Ah! she loves me still!" he cried, understanding
 2 III |   of that cry of hers. "She loves me still. She must~be carried
 3 IV  |   face of the world a woman~loves to forget; there is a way
 4 V   | triumphs, and the transient loves that spring up and~die in
 5 V   |       she told~herself. "He loves me!" The certainty sufficed
 6 VII |  woman looks at the man she loves, "nor do you know, my friend,~
 7 VIII|   never seen in a woman who~loves when she stands face to
 8 VIII|  cannot share; and if a man loves and cannot win love in~return,
 9 IX  |     to a helpless woman who loves you. If I was wrong, is
10 IX  |    great! Why, when a woman loves, the~brand of love is burnt
11 IX  |     wait passively when she loves. If a woman~goes beyond