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1 I, I | emotion which touches the heart of middle-aged men when
2 I, I | the glory of it, but his heart was not in it; he enjoyed
3 I, I | least quickening of her heart, which was as reasonable
4 I, I | determination, she felt within her heart a growing desire to fascinate
5 I, I | animating even her own heart.~A new feeling gave fresh
6 I, I | heard him spoken of her heart throbbed faster, and she
7 I, I | but without feeling his heart affected profoundly by either
8 I, I | love? He probed deep in his heart in order to see, to understand.
9 I, I | the tender aching of his heart.~And she persisted in questioning
10 I, I | feel some fear deep in her heart. She longed to be loved—
11 I, I | Emotion overflowed his heart, and she must hear him,
12 I, I | anticipation of suffering, her heart remained calm and peaceful
13 I, I | suffering responded from her heart to this cry of her conscience.~
14 I, I | remorse that would fill my heart to-day.”~Monsieur de Guilleroy
15 I, I | conscience, not from her heart.~But she slept very little.
16 I, I | moment; he retired early, his heart vibrating with happiness.
17 I, I | in the distance made his heart throb quickly. Twenty times
18 I, I | so deeply wounded was his heart.~He tried to talk to her;
19 I, I | desolation of that womanly heart. He was moved to pity, and,
20 I, I | toward him by her virgin heart and her empty soul, the
21 I, I | of the artist as to the heart of the man, the place in
22 I, I | watched over the painter’s heart as one guards a child crossing
23 I, III| dwells dormant in every human heart, and which every old bachelor
24 I, III| familiar books, index to the heart and mind of a woman: Musset,
25 I, III| down in the bottom of her heart, she actually prefers an
26 I, III| park, displaying in the heart of Paris its verdant and
27 I, III| beauties of nature given in the heart of Paris.~Olivier Bertin
28 I, III| word that had bewitched her heart. Undoubtedly she was continuing,
29 I, III| it might have rung in his heart all the chords of the past.~
30 I, III| matter? You seem sad.”~His heart thrilled within him. Who
31 I, III| almost a stranger to his heart, a word, a sound, a laugh,
32 I, III| gratified, was leaving his heart by degrees, as if something
33 I, III| of tenderness invaded his heart so suddenly, almost without
34 I, III| it takes to move a man’s heart, a man who is growing old,
35 I, III| lover, exalting her in his heart, and feeling himself exalted
36 I, III| looking at her he felt his heart full of old things revived,
37 I, III| that had passed through his heart that day.~The Countess listened,
38 I, III| this deep yearning of his heart would be calmed and satisfied.~“
39 I, III| full of unsaid things, his heart still swelled with vague
40 I, III| given him.~With a throbbing heart he repeated for the third
41 I, IV | suffering and healed his aching heart. Through his mind ran arguments
42 I, IV | reawakening of tenderness, her heart was stirred with great happiness.
43 I, IV | lent herself with all her heart to the coquettish arts of
44 I, IV | engendered in the mind and heart of the painter a strange
45 II, I | face. And I thought of your~heart, your poor heart—that poor
46 II, I | of your~heart, your poor heart—that poor heart, of which
47 II, I | your poor heart—that poor heart, of which half belongs to~
48 II, I | first sweet emotions of our heart. To her~alone I could still
49 II, I | better.~I have lost the poor heart wherein the little girl
50 II, I | figures resemble yours stir my heart with all the liveliness
51 II, I | that remains to me of my heart.~“ANY.”~“Paris, August 4th.~“
52 II, I | the longing to relieve his heart, had confessed naively how
53 II, II | all of us at times. Her heart, which life had just saddened
54 II, II | victorious in that struggle. Her heart, soothed by success and
55 II, II | had become the exacting heart of a beautiful worldly woman
56 II, II | mother struck a blow at her heart. During the first few days
57 II, II | said pierced the Countess’s heart like a sharp needle, and
58 II, II | ill,” said the Count.~Her heart contracted and she felt
59 II, II | grief that had shattered her heart, overwhelming her before
60 II, II | went down stairs with a heart throbbing fast but happy
61 II, II | frequently into the ideal. The heart knows no more ecstasy, only
62 II, II | it. That proves that my heart also has grown old.”~The
63 II, II | certainty:~“Oh, as for me, my heart is still young. It never
64 II, II | revived the impatience of his heart.~At last they reached the
65 II, II | satisfies the needs of your heart, a woman who never has caused
66 II, II | which I have of you in my heart; but it is not I—I, nothing
67 II, II | tried to mingle them in his heart, not to distinguish them
68 II, II | that this was true. Her heart was light, she did not feel
69 II, II | to the players, and, her heart suddenly touched with sadness,
70 II, II | had been lifted from her heart. But as she returned, leaning
71 II, II | had penetrated her woman’s heart, had agitated, wounded,
72 II, II | dates, the ages of his heart, and rekindling the embers
73 II, II | seemed to fall over his heart, as when a cloud hides the
74 II, II | sensitive chords of the heart? Perhaps? Which? She recalled,
75 II, III| entered other shops with a heart full of confidence.~Then
76 II, III| exuberant ardor.~The Countess’s heart seemed to contract, little
77 II, III| that contraction of her heart when all eyes were turned
78 II, III| she had prayed because her heart was sad, especially when
79 II, III| clock had struck in her heart, she awoke from her memories,
80 II, III| absorbed in her reading.~His heart was oppressed, his fingers
81 II, III| emotion overwhelming his heart.~Now Annette had finished
82 II, III| resumed her reading, her heart overflowing with sadness
83 II, III| looked at them, his own heart oppressed with an incomprehensible
84 II, III| to the door, feeling her heart throb against his arm.~When
85 II, III| Olivier, search your own heart well.”~“My heart?”~“Yes,
86 II, III| your own heart well.”~“My heart?”~“Yes, at the bottom of
87 II, III| Yes, at the bottom of your heart.”~“I don’t understand. Explain
88 II, III| into the depths of your heart, and see whether you find
89 II, III| conscience, but of your heart.”~“I cannot guess enigmas.
90 II, III| as if each word broke her heart, she said:~“Take care, my
91 II, III| into the depths of your heart and see whether the affection
92 II, III| the uprightness of your heart. I know that you will reflect
93 II, IV | secret. He tried to sound his heart, to see clearly within himself,
94 II, IV | that glowed in her; and his heart, full of memories of his
95 II, IV | One loves but once! The heart may often be affected at
96 II, IV | with organs, a form, a heart, a mind, a combination of
97 II, IV | the fact that this man’s heart had been surprised, if even
98 II, IV | that he should feel in his heart a little masculine hatred
99 II, IV | But in the depths of his heart he still felt a sort of
100 II, IV | of himself, to occupy his heart with this question, to sound
101 II, IV | reverie fermented in his heart. Dreading a wakeful night,
102 II, IV | he allowed both mind and heart to give themselves up to
103 II, IV | have?” Then, probing his heart, he felt it burning with
104 II, IV | replied.~He felt in his heart a longing to please her,
105 II, IV | sensuous pleasure in a woman’s heart.~Then they compared, grew
106 II, IV | crowd of men, contracted her heart little by little with the
107 II, V | pondered over it in her heart and in her mind. Then she
108 II, V | awaken in her daughter’s heart some feeling of tenderness
109 II, V | what was passing in his heart. He gave no glance, made
110 II, V | that contraction of the heart. She knew so well that desire
111 II, V | able to read that closed heart, wherein she felt another
112 II, V | another love was growing.~That heart, which she prized more highly
113 II, V | lives, behold! now that heart was escaping her by an inconceivable,
114 II, V | clearly into the depths of his heart. He felt, indeed, that fermentation
115 II, V | intuitions of the feminine heart which enable them to foretell
116 II, V | to him the fact that his heart was worm-eaten with love!
117 II, V | blow, his legs weak, his heart hot and palpitating as if
118 II, V | long ago had awakened his heart; then all that slow, irresistible
119 II, V | love. She had opened his heart almost by force, and now
120 II, V | around; then, as he felt his heart full of sadness, he went
121 II, V | letters of the mistress of his heart. There they lay, as if in
122 II, V | hardly a woman as yet; her heart and soul still slept with
123 II, V | certain face on a man’s heart!~Olivier Bertin began to
124 II, V | satisfaction to Olivier’s sad heart.~He undressed quickly, wrapping
125 II, V | place, gave to Olivier’s heart a frightful shock of despair
126 II, V | spring from the depths of his heart—he would give Annette the
127 II, V | Annette entered. He felt his heart leap within him as if on
128 II, V | bitter, arousing in his heart that strange, passionate
129 II, V | still fresh and bright, her heart still young, the ardor of
130 II, V | goes, it goes!” and her heart shrank with such suffering
131 II, VI | human suffering, where the heart seems to crackle like flesh
132 II, VI | painfully affected, as if his heart’s wounds had been touched
133 II, VI | times, and almost knew it by heart, and his attention soon
134 II, VI | been able to conceive the heart of Faust.~He had read the
135 II, VI | power stirred him to the heart. Faust was saying to Satan:~“
136 II, VI | hands to make her stop. His heart was stung by a new torment.
137 II, VI | desire to love filled every heart.~Olivier remembered that
138 II, VI | pang of jealousy tore his heart, for he had just seen Annette
139 II, VI | eyes.~She wept! Then her heart was awakening, becoming
140 II, VI | moved, her little woman’s heart which as yet knew nothing!
141 II, VI | always bruising a loving heart. He recalled all the painful
142 II, VI | appearance of interest. In one’s heart is felt the imperious need
143 II, VI | suffers to the bottom of his heart.~Olivier suffered thus in
144 II, VI | the bottom of his proud heart of a parvenu became a furious
145 II, VI | of Tantalus, the devoured heart of Prometheus! Oh, if they
146 II, VI | little blonde face rending a heart!~Musadieu talked without
147 II, VI | but, at the bottom of his heart, in spite of his legitimate
148 II, VI | which had gnawed at her heart so long, she said in the
149 II, VI | entirely, so tenderly, that her heart was weighed down by sad
150 II, VI | had he taken his hopeless heart at that moment? She now
151 II, VI | reached her husband’s door her heart was beating so violently
152 II, VI | overwhelming had just fallen on her heart—remorse for not keeping
153 II, VI | superhuman emotion from one heart to the other.~They gazed
154 II, VI | her!”~She stopped him; her heart was breaking.~“Oh, hush . . .
155 II, VI | the soul of her soul, the heart of her heart, the essence
156 II, VI | her soul, the heart of her heart, the essence of her loving
157 II, VI | to come out of the very heart of the letters, as from
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