valentine

From the beginning, too, Valentine like Shakespeare is a born lover.

At five-and-twenty Valentine was short, slight, and still girlish.

In her haste to get it all over Valentine made a great gesture of surrender.

Valentine then explained that Andree was not really well behaved.

Once in the linen-room, Valentine ordered all the doors to be carefully secured.

Valentine had sunk upon a chair, stifling with sobs, her limbs trembling.

Valentine took hold of them, sat them on her lap, and half stifled them with caresses.

Valentine, on being approached, at first manifested some surprise.

Valentine, however, had stopped short, gazing at him fixedly.

"I want you to look after my son, Valentine," whispered Villefort.