Chapter

 1 3 |           the arms of the man who loved her with the whole energy
 2 3 |           the passions of men; he loved to bind up their wounds
 3 3 |   forgiven thee because thou hast loved much," a sublimity of pardon
 4 6 |          with a being that I have loved so much, and perhaps the
 5 7 |            and for five minutes I loved her as no woman was ever
 6 7 |          her as no woman was ever loved. ~Marguerite ate her raisins
 7 9 |           love. But those who had loved Marguerite were not to be
 8 9 |            nor those whom she had loved. ~In this girl there was
 9 9 |           s one, if you like, who loved Marguerite." ~"And she loved
10 9 |      loved Marguerite." ~"And she loved him, too, no doubt?" ~"She
11 10|           because no one has ever loved you as I love you." ~"Frankly,
12 10|          loving without distrust, loved without claiming the right
13 11|      toward the Champs-Elysees. I loved all the people whom I met.
14 12|       love you as the others have loved you." ~"Well, keep it; but
15 12|        myself the happier. ~To be loved by a pure young girl, to
16 12|           veil! ~But to be really loved by a courtesan: that is
17 12|          short, he loves as he is loved, this man drains at one
18 12|            proud of myself, and I loved God because he had let such
19 13|      child you are! I thought you loved me. I was mistaken; all
20 13|          all the others have only loved me for themselves. ~"I have
21 13|           forehead, for I already loved this woman too much not
22 14|          to prove that Marguerite loved me. First, her proposal
23 15|          the only creature I ever loved. When he died I cried more
24 15|          used to beat me. Well, I loved you all at once, as much
25 15|        tear, they would be better loved and we should be less ruinous
26 15|         my noisy solitude. What I loved in you was not the man who
27 16|           beautiful woman, whom I loved, and who loved me, and who
28 16|      woman, whom I loved, and who loved me, and who was called Marguerite;
29 17|          she had replied that she loved me, that she could not live
30 17|           in my joy at being thus loved. ~"My life is yours, Marguerite;
31 18|           t; she replied that she loved you, and she wouldn't be
32 19|       Foolish creature!" ~"If you loved me, you would let me love
33 20|        your father who has always loved you, and who only desires
34 21|           many times how much she loved me. She smiled at me, but
35 21|    desired to see it. I had never loved my father as I loved him
36 21|        never loved my father as I loved him at that moment. ~Just
37 22| Marguerite Gautier, whom you have loved for an instant, and who
38 23|     pursued me unceasingly. I had loved, I still loved this woman
39 23| unceasingly. I had loved, I still loved this woman so much that
40 24|        said to the other woman. I loved Marguerite. I saw in her
41 24|          respect the woman whom I loved, whether I was present or
42 24|        out, and yet I felt that I loved this woman as much, more
43 24|          perhaps, than I had ever loved her. ~It was difficult for
44 24|   deceived me, Marguerite, when I loved you so much? ~"Do not speak
45 24|       which she covered me, and I loved her so much that in my transports
46 25|      about the poor girl whom you loved before you went away. ~This
47 25|        Are you sure, you who have loved him, that you will never
48 25|          jealous of a man who has loved you; he might provoke him,
49 25|        any guarantee. In short, I loved you, Armand. ~The paternal
50 26|      proving to me that you still loved me, it seemed to me as if
51 26|        few men so worthy of being loved. This paper signed by his
52 26|       heart. ~Whatever happens, I loved you well, Armand, and I
53 26|          the face of her whom you loved so much, if you could see