Chapter

 1 11|    his godfather Cornelius loved him too well, and, above
 2 11|    was anything else to be loved. Don't blush, Rosa, nor
 3 11|    boldness. Well, Rosa, I loved flowers dearly, and I have
 4 11|   love, and if any one has loved me, I have not known it.
 5 11|   love you, as dearly as I loved my flowers. Don't interrupt
 6 14|     to hear of her whom he loved, and also of his three darling
 7 19|  thought for one moment he loved me." ~Poor Rosa! she was
 8 31|   all the serene souls who loved the earth and its fruits
 9 33|    twenty-eight years, who loved her and whom she loved,
10 33| who loved her and whom she loved, a condition which was scrupulously