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 1 VIII  |  existence to a woman he fondly loved and to Rodolphe. Thus cheated
 2 XI    |       it to you. I desire to~be loved and waited for with fidelity,
 3 XI    |         Tell me, have you never loved?"~ ~"Never."~ ~"And you
 4 XIII  |  handsome youth by the woman he loved. He~thrust his sword through
 5 XIII  |      she not confessed that she~loved him?~ ~At last nine o'clock
 6 XIII  |       happiness compare? He was~loved. The lofty Princess, in
 7 XIII  |  thoughts and~actions. Rodolphe loved as every woman may dream
 8 XIII  |        woman may dream of being loved, with~a force, a constancy,
 9 XIII  |     that of knowing that we are loved."~ ~"Alas!" said Rodolphe, "
10 XIV   |       rival's name--for she too loved! As she read these~pages,
11 XIV   |     herself, "I~love him!"--She loved Albert, and felt in her
12 XIV   | mistaken, whether Albert really loved an Italian Princess, and
13 XIV   |       Italian Princess, and was~loved by her. In the course of
14 XIX   |         everything to a man who loved me so.--To be loved!--~When,
15 XIX   |         who loved me so.--To be loved!--~When, by whom shall I
16 XIX   |        When, by whom shall I be loved? That little Monsieur de
17 XIX   |      cry of~admiration.~ ~"They loved by the lakes! /She/ lives
18 XXVI  |     everything.~ ~"The woman he loved is married," said she. "
19 XXVIII|        girl~madly bent on being loved, or one of the blows ascribed
20 XXVIII|      ever write. You alone, who loved~me, and whom I loved so
21 XXVIII|        who loved~me, and whom I loved so well, could make me break