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that he would not love, feeling himself loved
How certainly I came to know, in so many ways, I was so deeply
loved. Philarco. And
furthermore, the young men err who,
considering themselves worthy of being loved,
immediately think that every little glance
comes from great love. These are signs of
true love: to change color, to stare fixedly
lowering your gaze demurely to the ground, [?] sighing. Pallimacro. Many
more than this were sure signs of
true love, which, which compelled me to
love. Oh, my Deiphra, you used to like my every
act, every word, every thing. With your eyes,
you used to search me out among people,