One can love several people with equal warmth: the indispensable thing is the affinity.

You who formerly loved a man to madness, what do you feel for me?
Have I deceived myself?
You really love me ?" Sagrario continued weeping, with her head bent, as though she did not dare to look at Luna.

He reassured her gently: she must call him Gabriel, speak to him as "thou." Were they not companions in misfortune?
"I am ashamed," murmured the young woman.

"So much happiness disturbs me.

Yes, I like you.