The letters which she received from The Hague inflamed her love, so that it was a pain to her.
A prey to consuming visions, she was pining away.

When she saw her absent friend too clearly her temples throbbed, her heart beat violently, and a dense increasing shadow would darken her mind.

All the sensibility of her nerves, all the warmth of her blood, all the forces of her being flowed through her, sinking downwards, merging themselves in desire in the very depths of her flesh.

At such times she had no other thought than to recover Ligny.

It was Ligny that she wanted, only Ligny, and she herself was surprised at the disgust which she felt for all other men.