Chapter

 1 1 | matter, his eyebrows slightly bent, and with an accent of irony
 2 11|     equal intervals, with her bent finger. ~"This is all very
 3 14|       like a martyr, his body bent, his voice failing, buried
 4 22|    will commence." ~The queen bent in token of submission,
 5 24|       heart, d'Artagnan again bent his way toward the ferry.
 6 44|     silent, remaining himself bent with his ear directed to
 7 47|      sheet of the wall, which bent as if pushed by the wind,
 8 54|    some instants with his ear bent and listening; then, when
 9 56|   coat-of-mail; the knife was bent against it. ~"'Ah, ah!'
10 58|       quickly." ~The four men bent to their oars, but the sea
11 59|      despoiled by the winter, bent with each breath of the
12 64|    him a map of the province, bent over it, examined every
13 65|     his master his forefinger bent. ~"Alone?" asked Athos. ~
14 67|       hear him. ~His Eminence bent his brow, stopped for an