Chapter

 1 III  |     almost all very precise women love to~hear, being authorized
 2 VIII |                      AMBITION FOR LOVE'S SAKE~ ~In 1823 two young
 3 X    |        you for this month past. I~love you with unique passion.
 4 X    |         with unique passion. That love will be the secret fount
 5 XI   |        all men, and consecrate my love, you would treat me as a~
 6 XI   |         anticipation of what true love is. I could love--as we
 7 XI   |           I could love--as we can love in~Italy, but I know my
 8 XI   | humbleness of my birth? Must your love flaunt a coat-of-arms? At
 9 XI   |      feelings, understand that my love is perfect; it carries~with
10 XI   |   fulfilment of all my wishes. To~love you as you desire to be
11 XI   |               And you allow me to love you nobly, looking to heaven
12 XII  |        being fully repaid by God. Love never believes~itself secure
13 XII  |        this resemblance to divine love. And the raptures~of that
14 XII  |       young man mingles with this love a little~of the feeling
15 XII  |   grandiose and suave,~even their love in the midst of this picture,
16 XII  |           even if it were without love.~ ~The boat grounded; Rodolphe
17 XIII |   political opinions. Is not that love, Monsieur~Frenchman?--But
18 XIII |  sometimes struggling against her love, and at~other moments yielding
19 XIII |      things.~ ~"I!" cried she. "I love luxury as I love the arts,
20 XIII |          she. "I love luxury as I love the arts, as I love a picture~
21 XIII |          as I love the arts, as I love a picture~by Raphael, a
22 XIII |          the eyes~of the world. I love you; you know it; but this
23 XIII |     magnetized by this current of love, and her eyes,~without reserve,
24 XIII |          to Rodolphe's eyes.~ ~In love, as perhaps in all else,
25 XIII |        preciousness of the one we love; but a trifle--the perfect~
26 XIII |          and secret experience of love.~ ~Next to the pleasure
27 XIII |          of admiring the woman we love, comes that of~seeing her
28 XIII |        was enjoying both at~once. Love is a treasury of memories,
29 XIII |         understood this boundless love;~but it was so natural,
30 XIII |         is needed is that we both love~faithfully, persistently;
31 XIII |         face; its serenity defied love; he longed~to see her agitated;
32 XIV  |        ambition sanctified by his love, set to~work. First he longed
33 XIV  | indefatigable wrestler, upheld by love, comes back to~fresh struggles,
34 XIV  |          the chance of devouring. Love was depicted in it, if not
35 XIV  |           solemnly to herself, "I~love him!"--She loved Albert,
36 XIV  |       beautiful.~ ~"He will never love me!" thought she.~ ~This
37 XV   |         Listen, Mariette; I am in love too! In secret and without
38 XVII |           beloved woman just when love is extinct! To lose the
39 XVII |           of the joys of blissful love! May it not be~that our
40 XVII |   illuminated by faith,~work, and love.~ ~"Farewell, my friend;
41 XVII |       Farewell, my friend; I send love to your children, and beg
42 XVII |          and potent will, and her love for Albert~thenceforth became
43 XVII |          energy of her character. Love is in a young girl the effect
44 XVII |         they were not secretly in love.--"If I read it," she~finally
45 XVII |       crime, is it not a proof of love? Oh,~Albert! am I not your
46 XVII |      myself to the~Comte, which I love, and where I am appreciated.'~ ~" '
47 XVIII|          is almost as great as my love, and indeed I need a few~
48 XVIII|          is a word, God's~word: I love you!~ ~ ~"30th.~ ~"Ah! I
49 XVIII|               Good heavens, how I love you! Alas! I have intrusted
50 XVIII|          intrusted too much to~my love and my hopes. An accident
51 XIX  |          She does not know how to love," thought she. "Ah! if it
52 XIX  |         Rouxey.~ ~To a young girl love lurks in everything. When
53 XIX  |         lake is certainly~full of love!" she thought.~ ~A lake
54 XX   |           all, the~woman does not love. Art, science, books, singing,
55 XXI  |     struggle. The Chapter did not love~Monsieur de Chavoncourt,
56 XXII |           her. Is she~ill? Oh, my love! My life! Will you ever
57 XXII |          You wrote '/Ambition for love's~sake/!'--Ah! my son, it
58 XXII |       sake/!'--Ah! my son, it was love in despair that made me
59 XXIV |          everything.~ ~"She is in love with Albert Savarus!" thought
60 XXV  |         to the Abbe sublime.~ ~"I love him!--What is the matter?"
61 XXVI |         Baroness. "You are not in love with Monsieur~de Soulas,
62 XXVI |             said she. "You whom I love as much as my father,~for
63 XXVI |           girl who~wanted to kill love in her rival, had answered
64 XXVII|               Happy?--He does not love you. Besides, you have no