1 He sent his love to the family.
2 She always fancied him expressing or betraying in some way his love for her.
3 Her husband seemed to her now like a person whom she had married without love as an excuse.
4 Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love.
5 She wished them to taste something of the life their father had lived and known and loved when he, too, was a little child.
6 It was understood that he had often spoken words of love to Madame Ratignolle, without any thought of being taken seriously.
7 There was Robert's reproach making itself felt by a quicker, fiercer, more overpowering love, which had awakened within her toward him.
8 He fell in love, as men are in the habit of doing, and pressed his suit with an earnestness and an ardor which left nothing to be desired.
9 Now it is you who are telling lies and seeking to deceive me, Mademoiselle; or else you have never been in love, and know nothing about it.
10 They were not insurmountable; they would not hold if he really loved her; they could not hold against her own passion, which he must come to realize in time.
11 Mademoiselle had glided from the Chopin into the quivering love notes of Isolde's song, and back again to the Impromptu with its soulful and poignant longing.
12 There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.
13 Notwithstanding he loved them very much, and went into the adjoining room where they slept to take a look at them and make sure that they were resting comfortably.
14 He meant to stop at the wedding on his way to New York and endeavor by every means which money and love could devise to atone somewhat for Edna's incomprehensible action.
15 There were only a few lines, setting forth that he would leave the city that afternoon, that he had packed his trunk in good shape, that he was well, and sent her his love and begged to be affectionately remembered to all.
16 Nor was the Doctor happier in his selection, when he told the old, ever new and curious story of the waning of a woman's love, seeking strange, new channels, only to return to its legitimate source after days of fierce unrest.
17 The maid brought her a delicious printed scrawl from Raoul, expressing his love, asking her to send him some bonbons, and telling her they had found that morning ten tiny white pigs all lying in a row beside Lidie's big white pig.
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