Chapter

 1 16|     her beautiful hand on her bosom. ~"Then give me that letter,
 2 16|       drew the paper from her bosom and held it out to the keeper
 3 17|    concealed the paper in the bosom of her dress, and disappeared
 4 26|   come for me to re-enter the bosom of the Church." ~"And why
 5 33|   drew a little note from her bosom. ~"For me?" said Derogation,
 6 39|   cunningly slipped into your bosom." ~D'Artagnan blushed. ~"
 7 45|       her hand quickly to her bosom, drew out a paper, and held
 8 52|   unbound and disheveled, her bosom half bare beneath her crumpled
 9 57|      cambric that covered her bosom, and red with feigned anger
10 57| contact with that palpitating bosom. ~"No, no," said he. "No,
11 57|     he put the knife into his bosom. ~As to Lord de Winter,
12 59|  stabbed herself, open in his bosom; at one bound he was upon
13 61|       sink pensively upon her bosom. ~At that moment they heard
14 63|     placing her hand upon her bosom, "my heart beats so I cannot
15 63|     concealed his face in the bosom of Athos, and sobbed aloud. ~"