Letter

 1 Introd   |        sally: “Sainte-Beuve, who loves you nevertheless, pretends
 2 Introd   |      wolf. On this principle she loves Flaubert!—and archly asserts
 3 XVI      | thoughtlessly.~Sainte-Beuve, who loves you all the same, claims
 4 XXIV     |  affection for the dead. But one loves the living differently.
 5 XXVI     |     mother is you, everyone here loves you. Under what star were
 6 XXVIII   |        negro “giraffier,” but he loves, he is engaged, he has four
 7 XXXIX    |       rest remember that someone loves you. Affectionate regards
 8 XLIV     |          of the moi fleeing, one loves persons and things for what
 9 XLIV     |        far from the eye, and one loves them so much the more. One
10 XLV      |         At the bottom of all our loves and all our admirations
11 XLVI     |      live next door to those one loves.~
12 XLVIII   |          everything in those one loves, when one is obliged to
13 L        |         that after seeing you he loves you more, that does not
14 LXXIV    |          as possible. To him who loves struggle, warfare; to him
15 LXXIV    |    struggle, warfare; to him who loves women, love; to an old fellow
16 LXXIV    |        an old fellow like me who loves nature, travel and flowers,
17 XCI      |       sad to see the friends one loves change. This replacement
18 C        |         happy to see you and who loves you and appreciates you
19 CXII     |          your old troubadour who loves you and embraces you.~Send
20 CXVIII   |      habits. Your troubadour who loves you,~G. Sand~The rest of
21 CXXIV    |      sets herself to love all he loves and to help him eagerly
22 CXXV     |         love and your troubadour loves you.~G. Sand~Saturday evening~
23 CXXVIII  |        you.~Your old comrade who loves you.~G. Sand~
24 CXLVIII  |         exhausted troubadour who loves you.~
25 CLXXXVIII|         is to see those whom one loves deteriorate little by little!~
26 CCIII    |         and all the family which loves you.~G. Sand~  [The words ‘
27 CCXXXII  |           Your old blockhead who loves you.~
28 CCXL     |         to be alive when all one loves is living and scurrying
29 CCXLVIII |       and Maurice does too.~Lina loves you too, and our little
30 CCXLVIII |       here!~Your old comrade who loves you,~G. SAND~I embrace you
31 CCL      |         obstinate troubadour who loves you.~G. Sand~
32 CCLXVII  |       New Year’s day. All Nohant loves you and smacks you, as they
33 CCLXVII  |          Your old troubadour who loves you.~G. Sand~
34 CCLXXVIII|          not live with those one loves? The Abbey of Theleme [Footnote:
35 CCXCI    |  frightful book. But Tourgueneff loves me too much, perhaps to
36 CCC      |          Your old troubadour who loves you,~G. Sand~Embrace your