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 1 I  |      older he grew,~the better he loved to drink. The master-passion
 2 I  |           of Eve's fair face,~and loved, as grave and meditative
 3 I  |           sure of love, and David loved to give way. He felt that
 4 II |      among them.~Mme. de Bargeton loved art and letters, eccentric
 5 III|           the Bourbon~Lilies; she loved M. de Chateaubriand for
 6 III|         his before very long, she loved him, everything pointed~
 7 III| Angoumoisin aristocracy.~ ~Lucien loved Nais as a young man loves
 8 III|           as she talked, that she loved the Benjamin who~inspired
 9 III|         blended with his love. He loved, and he meant to~rise, a
10 III|          and devoted to those she loved. Her frank innocence,~her
11 III|           them all for the dearly loved brother.~ ~"What have you
12 IV |     saying?"~ ~The people whom he loved best were bores anxious
13 V  |        Eve, have you known that I loved you since the first day
14 V  |         does not feel that she is loved?"~ ~"Now let me get rid
15 VI |    Beatrice who condescends to be loved?"~ ~Louise raised the fine
16 VI |      plaything.~ ~"You have never loved me!" he cried.~ ~"You do