“She had fallen in love with him twice. She loved him now with both loves, so overpowering it was almost unbearable.”
“Never had she so honestly felt that she could have loved him, as now, when all love must be vain.”
“A cry of despair escaped her lips. When had she fallen in love with him?”
“Now she had to pretend not to love the man she was pretending to love while pretending she wasn't sleeping with him.”
“If she’d ever had any doubts that she loved him, really loved him, she knew now. It was easy to love somebody when love was happy, but when it was hard, when it meant facing things you feared...that was different. He’d done it for her, many times. And now she had to do it for him.”
“She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?”