Part, Chapter
1 I, I | which causes her to be loved to distraction by one and
2 I, I | the date of this gift, she loved the painter as little children
3 I, I | awakened a need of being loved.~She said flattering things
4 I, I | heart. She longed to be loved—but not too much! Sure of
5 I, I | dream of loving and of being loved, asked himself why she was
6 I, I | and that if others also loved him he would perceive at
7 I, II | Duchesse de Mortemain, who loved her immediately, adopted
8 I, III| that house, where he was loved and spoiled, where he found
9 I, III| traversed life and having loved!~He was touched at the thought
10 I, III| thinking how much they had loved each other; and in that
11 I, III| able to meet the one he loved except with the precautions
12 I, III| speak. Certainly, he still loved her very much, even a little
13 I, IV | which he knew all sides.~He loved these things, however, and
14 I, IV | things, however, and had loved them until now in an almost
15 II, I | remain free. Heavens!~how I loved my liberty, long ago, before
16 II, I | liberty, long ago, before I loved you more! How~burdensome
17 II, II | after the death of some loved one has been announced by
18 II, II | helpful to you. You have loved, you still love all that
19 II, II | miracle; the other because he loved her as he always had, and
20 II, III| what she needed. She had loved, from her youth, almost
21 II, III| complimented, flattered, loved, another, her daughter,
22 II, IV | years of sleep. If he had loved the young girl without being
23 II, IV | been the mother that he loved, but now a little more than
24 II, IV | expectancy. Balzac, whom he loved, said nothing to him; he
25 II, IV | but the face of a woman loved madly, long ago, in the
26 II, IV | pretty, so sure of being loved!~“I feel ill,” said she. “
27 II, V | everything, the man she loved.~Unable to hasten Annette’
28 II, V | admired her, Olivier Bertin loved! She believed this at least
29 II, V | a long time that we have loved each other. It should not
30 II, V | went home to reflect.~He loved this little girl, then.
31 II, V | always pictures, and had loved one woman. He recalled the
32 II, V | of inward triumph.~He had loved a woman, and that woman
33 II, V | woman, and that woman had loved him. Through her he had
34 II, V | takes on in old age. So he loved this little girl! He need
35 II, V | struggle, resist, or deny; he loved her with the despairing
36 II, V | living again, such as he had loved her before. But it was always
37 II, V | face of Annette. He had loved the mother, through a passionate
38 II, VI | would be her husband. She loved him, now, as innocent hearts
39 II, VI | love; that is to say she loved in him all the hopes she
40 II, VI | from afar, living, happy, loved and loving, without doubt.
41 II, VI | tender look for him who loved her so much—so much!—quite
42 II, VI | continued: “You never have loved me thus?”~He did not deny
43 II, VI | almost the same thing. I have loved you as much as anyone can
44 II, VI | her, I love her just as I loved you, since she is yourself;
45 II, VI | counter-stroke of that grief, she loved him so much, so entirely,
46 II, VI | indeed deeply grieved, for he loved Olivier very much.~“But
47 II, VI | each other good-by. I have loved you so much——”~“And I,”
48 II, VI | you . . . if you ever have loved me, be quiet, do not talk
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