Chapter

 1 11|   initials are only mine--C. B., Constance Bonacieux." ~"Or Camille
 2 18|         me forget all that, dear Constance! Yes, you are right; a furlough
 3 18|          Be satisfied, beautiful Constance. I shall become worthy of
 4 30|        Artagnan; "I love my poor Constance more than ever, and if I
 5 30|      same time went in search of Constance. ~Thinking of all this,
 6 39|       misfortune happened to me--Constance disappeared. Whatever may
 7 42|        What she?" asked Athos. ~"Constance." ~"Madame Bonacieux! Ah,
 8 51|           said d'Artagnan. "Dear Constance! I have at length, then,
 9 61|         I had seen you! Ah, dear Constance, I have found you, then;
10 63|           This way! this way!" ~"Constance? Constance?" replied the
11 63|          this way!" ~"Constance? Constance?" replied the young man, "
12 63|        indeed thee!" ~"Yes, yes, Constance. Reunited!" ~"Oh, it was
13 63| companion are you speaking, dear Constance?" ~"Of her whose carriage
14 63|       pressed her lips to his. ~"Constance, Constance!" cried d'Artagnan. ~
15 63|        lips to his. ~"Constance, Constance!" cried d'Artagnan. ~A sigh
16 65|         woman of having poisoned Constance Bonacieux, who died yesterday