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1 I, I | his changing dreams, in love with his art, which he knew
2 I, I | Countess. “You never will love anyone but me now. It is
3 I, I | had so much revived his love for Paris that after his
4 I, I | most beautiful example of love in the nineteenth century.
5 I, I | executed by workmen dreaming of love.~He had just seated himself
6 I, I | painter as little children love, with that caressing, animal-like
7 I, I | passed her lips— “He is in love with me!” She was glad when
8 I, I | time that week: “Am I in love?” He did not know, never
9 I, I | never having been really in love. He had had his caprices,
10 I, I | had he mistaken them for love. To-day he was astonished
11 I, I | that possessed him.~Did he love her? He hardly desired her,
12 I, I | Olivier had believed that love began with reveries and
13 I, I | inexpressible. What was it? Was it love? He probed deep in his heart
14 I, I | created. Whoever calls upon love has foreseen the moral traits
15 I, I | What did it mean? Was it love? But he felt no mental exaltation,
16 I, I | myself whether I were not in love with you?”~“In love with
17 I, I | not in love with you?”~“In love with me? You must be mad!”~
18 I, I | not declare that I am in love with you; but I ask myself
19 I, I | theme of this uncertain love they spun theories and fancies
20 I, I | entering: “Well, how goes your love to-day?”~He would reply
21 I, I | along bearing nuggets of love like a river whose sand
22 I, I | is not a jest, and that I love you madly.”~Troubled by
23 I, I | not treat me in this way—I love you!”~Then, in a few short,
24 I, I | Never speak to me of your love, or I shall leave this studio
25 I, I | transgression, she is not far from love!~While he painted slowly,
26 I, I | consented that he should love her as an artist, since
27 I, I | do all tender women who love for the first time.~With
28 I, I | it was a crisis of acute love, sensuous and poetic. It
29 I, I | and straight in adulterous love as they might have been
30 I, I | turn them. Not only do they love the lover, but they wish
31 I, I | lover, but they wish to love him, and, with eyes on him
32 I, I | time, robbing her of that love to which she clung so passionately
33 I, I | back, which revived his love in exciting his vanity.
34 I, I | other friendship, all other love, even, a little cold and
35 I, II | actions by an immoderate love of that which is select,
36 I, II | instead of realities, they love nothing sincerely, that
37 I, II | bitterly.”~Bertin smiled.~“I? I love it!” he declared.~“But then——”~“
38 I, III| interview, that small change of love.~These meetings would be
39 I, III| the women a suggestion of love; the bakers’ boys deposited
40 I, III| ready for chances and for love, ignored and ignorant, who
41 I, III| as pretty as an angel, to love him.”~Landa, finding again
42 I, III| the more they tell us they love us, the more they show it,
43 I, III| gardens.~“Oh, the little love!” exclaimed Annette. She
44 I, III| the first days of their love.~They had already walked
45 I, III| were again beginning to love her. And this return of
46 I, III| the same longing for a love hitherto unknown and ever
47 I, III| Good-by, my friend!”~“I love you!”~She gave him one of
48 I, IV | affected gallantry.~“You love me always, then?” murmured
49 I, IV | repeated her question: “You love me always, then?”~He replied,
50 I, IV | not heard before:~“Yes, I love you, my dear Any.”~“Come
51 II, I | am alone in the world. We~love our mothers almost without
52 II, I | or feeling it, for such~love is as natural as it is to
53 II, I | how~deep-rooted is that love until the moment of final
54 II, I | so much to know that you~love me! I have just passed some
55 II, I | he would have enjoyed the love and companionship of a woman
56 II, II | train. Send Phaeton station. Love.”~“Well, mamma?” said Annette.~“
57 II, II | affected only by Olivier’s love and concerned only by her
58 II, II | nothing to do, after accepting love later as the complement
59 II, II | murmured in his ear: “I love thee!”~Then Olivier, without
60 II, II | one is young, he may be in love though far away, through
61 II, II | my age, on the contrary, love has become like the habit
62 II, II | tenderness, this twilight of love, like that of the day.~A
63 II, II | hour entirely.”~“You do not love me as I love you,” she murmured.~“
64 II, II | You do not love me as I love you,” she murmured.~“Ah,
65 II, II | interrupted, “in me you love, as you said very truly
66 II, II | You have loved, you still love all that you find agreeable
67 II, II | But it is not I you really love, do you know? Oh, I feel
68 II, II | cold current of air. You love a thousand things about
69 II, II | make you understand how I love you! I am always seeking,
70 II, II | anything to give still more. I love you so much that I love
71 II, II | love you so much that I love to suffer for you, I love
72 II, II | love to suffer for you, I love even my anxieties, my torments,
73 II, II | longer tender toward me. I love in you a someone that only
74 II, II | which I cannot cease to love, for I have, to look at
75 II, II | of reanimating his former love for the mother?~When he
76 II, II | intoxicated with the same love by the seductiveness emanating
77 II, III| believes that I am making love to her daughter? No, that
78 II, III| friend, or you will fall in love with my daughter!”~He withdrew
79 II, III| was once when you began to love me, that you should not
80 II, III| you should not begin to love her, too.”~“Then,” he exclaimed, “
81 II, III| resembles me; therefore he will love her’!”~But seeing the Countess’
82 II, III| is you, you alone, that I love when I look at her.”~“Yes,
83 II, III| possible that the great love I have for you makes me
84 II, III| I have for you makes me love so much everything that
85 II, IV | did not believe himself in love with Annette. The Countess,
86 II, IV | since the beginning of his love, had been startled perhaps
87 II, IV | fleeting ardors, but not real love. That this love may exist
88 II, IV | not real love. That this love may exist it is necessary
89 II, IV | of bonds. That which we love, in short, is not so much
90 II, IV | well as intellectual. We love a type, that is, the reunion
91 II, IV | excessive because of his love for her mother, was it not
92 II, IV | an unfinished romance of love. Long ago he had known such
93 II, IV | of frank and triumphant love, the echo of all young hearts
94 II, IV | thinking: “No, I do not love the little one; I am the
95 II, V | a common and passionate love for horses naturally fostered.
96 II, V | impossible that he is not in love with her, seeing us so close
97 II, V | wherein she felt another love was growing.~That heart,
98 II, V | warmed and animated with her love for twelve years, of which
99 II, V | indeed, that fermentation of love, that irresistible attraction;
100 II, V | Marquis, unmistakably in love, answered him brightly,
101 II, V | heart was worm-eaten with love! All that they had hidden
102 II, V | Confess to me that you love her!”~He withdrew his hands,
103 II, V | you to tell me that you love her. I know it, I feel it
104 II, V | friend! Is it true that you love her?”~“No, no, no!” he exclaimed,
105 II, V | only tell me that you still love me a little.”~He embraced
106 II, V | tenderly than before.~“Yes, I love you, my dear Any.”~She arose,
107 II, V | Oh, if you will only love me a little,” she repeated.~“
108 II, V | she repeated.~“Yes, I love you,” he said again.~They
109 II, V | irresistible renewal of a love not yet extinct, not yet
110 II, V | fever. The joy of happy love, the joy of worldly success,
111 II, V | world of emotions and of love. She had opened his heart
112 II, V | longer close it. Another love had entered, in spite of
113 II, V | recollection of his early love, to drown it in evoking
114 II, V | written. He reflected that the love, the tender attachment of
115 II, V | remembrance of all his early love awakened in him a new and
116 II, V | servitude; he was beginning to love this little girl like a
117 II, V | passionate animosity into which love changes when lashed by jealousy.~“
118 II, V | and a devouring desire to love.~And now, all good things,
119 II, VI | CHAPTER VI~THE ASHES OF LOVE~On the Boulevard two names
120 II, VI | now, as innocent hearts love; that is to say she loved
121 II, VI | secret, helpless, and jealous love, down in the furnace of
122 II, VI | some way connect with his love.~Now he listened from the
123 II, VI | the misery of his hopeless love. He looked at Annette’s
124 II, VI | Immediately a sort of fever of love seemed to spread through
125 II, VI | for a moment a desire to love filled every heart.~Olivier
126 II, VI | revelation of the way in which love may overwhelm a human being;
127 II, VI | to scatter and to gather love in that opera-house, and
128 II, VI | surroundings, imprisoned within his love. He walked, exhausted by
129 II, VI | had experienced the mad love of an elderly man for a
130 II, VI | who can no longer inspire love, the tortures of fruitless
131 II, VI | by the selfish anguish of love, which had gnawed at her
132 II, VI | misfortune:~“God! how you love her!”~Again he confessed: “
133 II, VI | he confessed: “Ah, yes! I love her!”~She reflected a few
134 II, VI | despairingly.”~“Does the love you feel for her resemble
135 II, VI | you as much as anyone can love a woman. As for her, I love
136 II, VI | love a woman. As for her, I love her just as I loved you,
137 II, VI | she is yourself; but this love has become something irresistible,
138 II, VI | quite enough for you to love her more than you love me,
139 II, VI | to love her more than you love me, whom you have known
140 II, VI | good!”~“It is because I love you.”~“And I love you, too.”~“
141 II, VI | because I love you.”~“And I love you, too.”~“Oh, don’t speak
142 II, VI | inhale from her all the love she had for him.~Then he
143 II, VI | she sighed, “how I still love you!”~He spoke again:~“I
144 II, VI | stagnant recollections of their love. Each was a secret question,
145 II, VI | remembers?” of a bygone love.~Their minds, in this agonizing
146 II, VI | known how to express of her love, all that she could take
147 II, VI | dying, was their burning love, their love turned to ashes.~
148 II, VI | their burning love, their love turned to ashes.~The Countess
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