Chapter

1 8 |    d'Artagnan; "all this is vague enough. From whom have you
2 17|     Austria, tired of these vague attacks, "but, sire, you
3 26| remains in the memory but a vague mist in which a thousand
4 29|   but this promise was very vague and did not at all reassure
5 51|    to catch more than a few vague syllables without any positive
6 56|     was without mistrust, a vague fear seized me, and I tried
7 56|     not rouse myself. I had vague perceptions of space traversed,