Chapter

 1 3 |           the Musketeers make but a miserable figure at court. The cardinal
 2 16|          Was it ever known who this miserable fellow was?" ~"He was doubtless
 3 17|             say?" ~"I say you are a miserable creature!" continued Mme.
 4 17|             you, you are a woman--a miserable woman, stupid and brutal.
 5 24|            soon as the light from a miserable lamp which burned in the
 6 25| unfortunately!" said Porthos. "This miserable strain confines me to my
 7 27|       disguised as stable lads--" ~"Miserable scoundrel!" cried d'Artagnan, "
 8 27|       latter, "we have led the most miserable life imaginable; for you
 9 44|             said Milady. ~"Then the miserable fanatic must be found who
10 44|           you speak." ~"I mean that miserable d'Artagnan." ~"He is a bold
11 56|           heard him cry out, 'These miserable Puritans! I knew very well
12 56|         middle of his breast. ~"The miserable villain! He had foreseen
13 59|      punished ALONE, for the first, miserable man!" said Lord de Winter
14 66|          cry out, "You are cowards, miserable assassins--ten men combined