Chapter

 1 6 |    they only continued giving balls to one another without counting.
 2 6 |    counting. But one of these balls, launched by Porthos' herculean
 3 12|     to him so beautiful, amid balls, fetes, or carousals, as
 4 27|   could mount him with thirty balls in my body. On my soul,
 5 41|   giant of stone, and a dozen balls came whistling around d'
 6 41|       the dull noise of three balls which penetrated the flesh,
 7 45|      was you who, finding the balls had missed their mark, sent
 8 46|        you know well that the balls most to be dreaded are not
 9 46|    four musketoons and twelve balls, we shall have fifteen guns
10 47|     shots were fired, and the balls were flattened against the
11 47|      bear a charmed life. The balls passed and whistled all
12 47| followed the first, and three balls, by passing through it,
13 47|       out of the range of the balls. ~At the end of an instant
14 47|      firing at now? I hear no balls whistle, and I see nobody!" ~"
15 47|     out of the range of their balls. That renders it useless
16 47|      heard, and this time the balls came rattling among the