Chapter

 1       II|       daughter? Do you no longer love me?”~ ~At the sound of this
 2       II|        that my confidence and my love has been misplaced.”~ ~“
 3        V|         this shall not be, for I love Marie-Anne, and I ask you
 4       VI|        magical and sublime word, love—so sweet to utter, and so
 5       VI|          and of gratitude.~ ~The love of the man she adored came
 6       VI|       Thanks! you are so good! I love you! Oh, how happy I am!”~ ~
 7       VI|          ruin our life; for if I love Marie-Anne, she also loves
 8     VIII|       plans, were based upon his love for Marie-Anne.~ ~If this
 9     VIII|        for Marie-Anne.~ ~If this love failed him, the enchanted
10     VIII|   trifles with which young girls love to surround themselves;
11     VIII|          Besides, he has been in love with her for a long time.
12       IX|   happiness with his caprices? I love you—-by right of this love,
13       IX|       love you—-by right of this love, you are mine—mine rather
14       IX|   strength to renounce the man I love—I shall never be able to
15        X|        brain, the duke could not love his son.~ ~He hated him.~ ~
16       XI|        me to protest? The filial love and piety which you displayed
17       XI|       already, dared to speak of love to Marie-Anne, and before
18       XI|       was energy personified, to love a weak and pusillanimous
19      XII|      ancestors. Ah! does he also love her? There will be three
20     XIII|        little. Are you really in love with that little Lacheneur?”~ ~
21     XIII|         repress a start. “Oh! in love,” said he, lightly, “that
22     XIII|    changed an enamoured suitor’s love into disgust.~ ~Martial
23     XIII|        Marie-Anne.~ ~She did not love him, and yet an agony of
24     XIII|         with each other. Do they love each other already?”~ ~
25      XIV| influence of this counterfeit of love, cast the first stone.~ ~
26       XV|              A disappointment in love,” M. d’Escorval replied,
27      XVI|        So Maurice loves you; you love him; you suffer; he has
28      XVI|          public balls. He was in love with a wretched little ballet-girl
29     XVII|       the divine comedy of first love! Martial could not fail
30     XVII|       Can it be that he does not love me?” she murmured.~ ~This
31    XVIII|      some outburst of anger. You love Marie-Anne. Could you see,
32    XVIII| advancement of the man whom they love, be he father, brother,
33      XIX|       almost made him forget his love for Marie-Anne.~ ~But unfortunately
34      XIX|        in a snare. But he was in love.~ ~“Ah! Marquis,” remarked
35     XXIV|       your tender and protecting love——”~ ~Marie-Anne remained.~ ~
36      XXV|          not know that one could love more fondly than I loved
37      XXV|         in one long kiss.~ ~“You love me,” exclaimed Maurice, “
38      XXV|          exclaimed Maurice, “you love me in spite of all! We shall
39   XXVIII|   guillotine. It was to this his love for Marie-Anne had led him,
40   XXVIII|        had led him, that radiant love which in other days had
41   XXVIII|       loved you—how much I still love you.”~ ~Involuntarily Marie-Anne
42   XXVIII|         father was made.~ ~“‘You love my daughter, my boy,’ said
43   XXVIII|     possible that you could ever love me?” he said, simply. “No,
44     XXIX|      fool—a miserable fool—for I love you; I love, and can love
45     XXIX| miserable fool—for I love you; I love, and can love you only.
46     XXIX|        love you; I love, and can love you only. I am the Marquis
47     XXIX|           cried that he died for love of her. Now, it was Martial
48     XXIX| continual enchantment for you. I love you—and in the happiness
49     XXIX|         the happiness and tender love which shall be yours in
50     XXIX|  understand the intensity of the love revealed by these astounding
51     XXIX|        he could not overcome his love for Marie-Anne.~ ~“Now,”
52   XXXIII|        which had once caused the love of Martial de Sairmeuse
53   XXXIII|         woman whom he ever could love—was never to be his.~ ~Master
54    XXXIV|          a woman whom he did not love.”~ ~At dinner, however,
55    XXXVI|           All things are fair in love and war. The next peasant
56      XLI|          you, and those whom you love!”~ ~With these thoughts
57      XLI|     experience, had divined that love alone had dictated Chanlouineau’
58      XLI|      some word of counsel and of love from him?~ ~The time was
59     XLIV|        me. I need protection and love so much. You will remain
60     XLIV|      only person on earth whom I love. Your most cruel enemies
61     XLIV|      brother, can it be that you love me no longer?”~ ~One must
62     XLIV|         she exclaimed. “Do I not love? is it possible that I could
63     XLIV|       possible that I could ever love any other than Maurice,
64      XLV|       the sanctuary of his great love, and upon which he had lavished,
65      XLV|         hidden paradise of their love. Here they laugh at me,
66      XLV|          the extent of Martial’s love for a hated rival, she took
67   XLVIII|          basest perfidy when his love was at stake, he was incapable
68        L|          heart-broken man had no love to give her, and that she
69       LI|       and flushed a little.~ ~“I love good Aunt Medea so much!”
70      LII|        his father had but little love for him. He was astonished
71      LIV|         in a sort of rage:~ ~“To love, and to be loved—that is
72      LIV|           He had really tried to love his wife; he had done his