Chapter
1 V | to a caprice, a dream of love, if they did not fear that
2 V | husbands!” Then they talked of love. Duroy said: “When I love
3 V | love. Duroy said: “When I love a woman, everything else
4 V | when one asks: ‘Do you love me?’ and the other replies: ‘
5 V | the other replies: ‘Yes, I love you.’” Mme. de Marelle cried
6 V | toward her crying: “How I love you!” He clasped her to
7 V | into his glance a wealth of love. She too smiled and murmured: “
8 V | lips. “Be silent!”~“How I love you!” said he.~She repeated: “
9 V | alone to tell you how I love you?”~She leaned toward
10 V | will never know how much I love you.” On taking leave of
11 VI | little, and I did not wish to love you any more.”~She did not
12 VI | My dear friend, a man in love is not only foolish but
13 VI | intercourse with people who love me or pretend to; firstly,
14 VI | mad dog. I know that your love is only a kind of appetite;
15 VI | death. What do you long for? Love? A few kisses and you will
16 VII | that I may embrace you, my love. How brave you are. I adore
17 IX | Thank you—thank you—how I love you.”~She rose, she was
18 IX | smiled sweetly. “No, I will love them very much. We will
19 IX | have to confess to you. I love you; I love you with all
20 IX | confess to you. I love you; I love you with all my heart, and
21 IX | to him and murmured: “I love you dearly, my little Made.”~
22 IX | little Made, I feel that I love you very, very much.”~She
23 IX | returned his kisses: “I love you too—a little.”~The visit
24 XI | pressed it as if to say: “I love you still!” She returned
25 XI | by recollections of his love for Clotilde; he recalled
26 XI | My dear little Clo, I love you.”~“And I love you.”~“
27 XI | Clo, I love you.”~“And I love you.”~“Still—still—you did
28 XI | him then with a lasting love! He whispered: “I adore
29 XI | their relations, seemed to love him madly.~With a light
30 XI | out if she really was in love with him. He arrived at
31 XI | not answer me. I am mad—I love you. Oh, if you knew how
32 XI | you. Oh, if you knew how I love you!”~She could utter no
33 XI | it passionately said: “I love you, I love you. Let me
34 XI | passionately said: “I love you, I love you. Let me tell it to you.
35 XI | only wish to repeat that I love you.”~She stammered: “After
36 XI | me only tell you this—I love you—yes, let me go home
37 XI | the musical language of love, and made answer: “No, it
38 XI | greet you; I will say, I love you; and then go away.”~
39 XI | Oh, my darling Bel-Ami, I love you more dearly every day.”~
40 XII | constantly how I began to love you, how I was conquered
41 XII | nothing—I hope nothing—I love you—whatever you may do,
42 XII | understand me, and reply: ‘I love you too.’”~He felt her frame
43 XII | involuntarily repeated: “I love you too.”~He was overcome
44 XII | struggled—I can no longer; I love you.” She wept and her bowed
45 XIII | unconquerable repugnance to the love lavished upon him by the
46 XIII | by his side and seemed to love him very much at the proper
47 XIII | my darling, and if you love me a little, you will let
48 XIII | would dream of her; he would love her a little more the next
49 XV | shall choose some one I love very dearly. I am rich enough
50 XV | project and replied: “My dear, love is not eternal. One loves
51 XV | loves and one ceases to love. When it lasts it becomes
52 XV | those men are, and how they love Him! Look at His head, His
53 XVI | whispered in his ear: “I love you, I love you! I love
54 XVI | his ear: “I love you, I love you! I love you desperately!”~
55 XVI | love you, I love you! I love you desperately!”~But he
56 XVI | Yes, I.”~“Why?”~“Because I love you and you know it”~Then
57 XVI | would marry you because I love you better than any of the
58 XVII | whispered softly: “Suzanne, I love you madly.”~She whispered
59 XVII | whispered in return: “I love you too, Bel-Ami.”~He continued: “
60 XVII | clasped her hand. “Oh, how I love you! How brave and good
61 XVII | taken place. Suzanne was in love with Bel-Ami, and Bel-Ami
62 XVIII| it as if to say: “I shall love you always, I am yours.”~
63 XVIII| smiling, bright, full of love. She murmured in her soft
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