Chapter
1 1 | to laugh at the master," cried the young emulator of the
2 1 | when I please." ~"And I," cried d'Artagnan, "will allow
3 1 | have killed you, poltroon!" cried d'Artagnan, making the best
4 1 | be the devil in person!" cried the stranger. ~"Oh, no,
5 1 | insolent boy chastises others," cried he; "and I hope that this
6 1 | everything." ~"You are right," cried the gentleman; "begone then,
7 1 | gallop. ~"Pay him, booby!" cried the stranger to his servant,
8 1 | coward! false gentleman!" cried d'Artagnan, springing forward,
9 1 | letter of recommendation!" cried d'Artagnan, "my letter of
10 1 | where is this letter?" cried d'Artagnan. "In the first
11 1 | I think it does indeed!" cried the Gascon, who reckoned
12 1 | falsehood. ~"The devil!" cried the host, at his wit's end. ~"
13 1 | That letter is not lost!" cried he. ~"What!" cried d'Artagnan. ~"
14 1 | lost!" cried he. ~"What!" cried d'Artagnan. ~"No, it has
15 2 | somehow." ~"Ah, Porthos!" cried one of his companions, "
16 2 | patiently. ~"This Rochefort," cried Porthos, "if I were the
17 2 | Bravo! Bravo! The Red Duke!" cried Porthos, clapping his hands
18 2 | will be one, as he says," cried Porthos; "he will be one,
19 2 | give me a lesson, Porthos?" cried Aramis, from whose usually
20 2 | Gentlemen! Gentlemen!" cried the surrounding group. ~"
21 2 | awaits Monsieur d'Artagnan," cried a servant, throwing open
22 3 | what the king said to me," cried he, "and that no longer
23 3 | under the fringe. ~"Athos!" cried the two Musketeers. ~"Athos!"
24 3 | were dead. ~"A surgeon!" cried M. de Treville, "mine! The
25 3 | such as I could wish," cried d'Artagnan; "but it was
26 3 | you know who this man is," cried d'Artagnan, "tell me who
27 3 | Beware, young man!" cried Treville. "If you see him
28 4 | ears as you run." ~"Good!" cried d'Artagnan, "I will be there
29 4 | the cloak. ~"Bless me!" cried Porthos, making strong efforts
30 4 | Presently, presently," cried the latter, "when you haven'
31 4 | of the Gascon. ~"Ah, ah!" cried one of the Guards, "will
32 4 | No, upon my honor!" cried his Majesty's Guardsman. ~"
33 4 | Yes." ~"Perfectly just," cried the other two Guardsmen, "
34 4 | ought." ~"What, monsieur!" cried d'Artagnan, "and do you
35 4 | you." ~"By US, you mean!" cried d'Artagnan. ~"Why did you
36 5 | word which pleases me," cried Athos, with a gracious nod
37 5 | Porthos appeared. ~"What!" cried d'Artagnan, "is your first
38 5 | perceived Aramis. ~"What!" cried he, in an accent of greater
39 5 | enough of such compliments!" cried Porthos. "Remember, we are
40 5 | The cardinal's Guards!" cried Aramis and Porthos at the
41 5 | their intentions. ~"Halloo!" cried Jussac, advancing toward
42 5 | Withdraw, young man," cried Jussac, who doubtless, by
43 5 | and d'Artagnan, forward!" cried Athos. ~"Come, gentlemen,
44 5 | gentlemen, have you decided?" cried Jussac for the third time. ~"
45 5 | Ah! You resist, do you?" cried Jussac. ~"S'blood; does
46 5 | upon his knee. ~"S'blood!" cried he to d'Artagnan, "do not
47 5 | had risen upon his elbow, cried out to him to yield. Bicarat
48 5 | with his sword, "Here," cried he, parodying a verse of
49 6 | Why, this is a victory!" cried the king, all radiant, "
50 6 | He who wounded Jussac!" cried the king, "he, a boy! Treville,
51 6 | his sword; but Bernajoux cried out that it was nothing,
52 6 | companions, who on their side cried aloud, "To the rescue, Musketeers!" ~
53 6 | you." ~"And against whom?" cried the king. ~"Against calumniators,"
54 6 | You will bind yourself," cried the king, "by what Monsieur
55 6 | you." ~"That's well said," cried the king, who had heard
56 6 | may I not?" ~"Oh, sire!" cried the four companions, with
57 7 | interests me very much," cried d'Artagnan; "and at this
58 8 | A scar on his temple!" cried d'Artagnan; "and with that,
59 8 | do not retreat, MORDIEU!" cried the citizen, swearing in
60 8 | understand, monsieur--But" cried the citizen. ~"What!" demanded
61 8 | in a cloak." ~"It is he!" cried d'Artagnan and the citizen
62 8 | his man. ~"Ah, this time," cried d'Artagnan, springing to
63 8 | Pah! Where are you going?" cried the two Musketeers in a
64 9 | reunion complete. ~"Well!" cried the three Musketeers all
65 9 | upset with anger. ~"Well!" cried he, throwing his sword upon
66 9 | gained." ~"How is that?" cried Porthos and Aramis in a
67 9 | heads." ~"But observe," cried d'Artagnan, "that there
68 9 | about whom I am anxious," cried d'Artagnan, "but the queen,
69 9 | amuses me." ~"Gentlemen," cried Aramis, "listen to this." ~"
70 9 | Aramis paused. ~"Well," cried his auditors; "at the moment
71 9 | Gentlemen, gentlemen," cried d'Artagnan, who began to
72 9 | took you for Buckingham!" cried d'Artagnan. ~"I believe
73 9 | The Gascon is the devil!" cried Athos; "nothing escapes
74 9 | Aramis. ~"Oh, good lord," cried Porthos, "what precautions
75 9 | love of heaven, save me!" cried he. "There are four men
76 9 | Aramis arose. ~"A moment," cried d'Artagnan, making them
77 9 | is prudence." ~"And yet," cried Porthos, "we will not leave--" ~"
78 9 | That is the very truth," cried the mercer; "but Monsieur
79 9 | And above all others," cried d'Artagnan, as if carried
80 9 | an unfortunate fellow who cried for help to be arrested
81 9 | out your hand and swear!" cried Athos and Aramis at once. ~
82 10| I belong to the queen!" cried the unfortunate woman. ~"
83 10| going to drag her away," cried d'Artagnan to himself, springing
84 10| to be there the sooner," cried d'Artagnan. "You put back
85 10| You will kill yourself," cried Planchet. ~"Hold your tongue,
86 10| husband in the Bastille!" cried Mme. Bonacieux. "Oh, my
87 10| Yes, yes! You are right," cried the affrighted Mme. Bonacieux; "
88 10| Twenty-five minutes past nine!" cried M. de Treville, looking
89 11| ruined. Come, come, madame!" cried d'Artagnan, seizing her
90 11| Beware of what you do!" cried the young woman, in a manner
91 11| wish I had never seen you!" cried d'Artagnan, with that ingenuous
92 11| same promise to my love?" cried d'Artagnan, beside himself
93 11| then, who expects you?" cried d'Artagnan. "A man!" ~"The
94 11| conjectures. ~"It is not Aramis!" cried he. ~"No, monsieur, it is
95 11| you." ~"You pardon me?" cried d'Artagnan. ~"Yes," replied
96 11| name of heaven, my Lord!" cried Mme. Bonacieux, throwing
97 11| with her hands. ~"My Lord!" cried d'Artagnan, enlightened
98 12| madame! Yes, your Majesty!" cried the duke. "I know that I
99 12| each other." ~"My Lord," cried the queen, "you forget that
100 12| say--" ~"Silence, silence!" cried the duke. "If I am happy
101 12| charming. ~"Oh, my God!" cried Anne of Austria, with an
102 12| Oh, my God, my God!" cried Anne of Austria, "this is
103 13| treason." ~"Of high treason!" cried Bonacieux, terrified; "of
104 13| continued he. ~"That is to say," cried Bonacieux, who saw he had
105 13| told you that I know him!" cried Bonacieux, in despair. "
106 13| ready to tell everything," cried Bonacieux, "at least, all
107 13| escaped." ~"My wife escaped!" cried Bonacieux. "Oh, unfortunate
108 13| faith, I ask no better," cried Bonacieux; "I shall not
109 13| you and Monsieur." ~"But," cried Bonacieux, "this is not
110 13| the name of a mountain," cried the poor questioner, who
111 13| you, Monsieur Commissary," cried Bonacieux, in his turn, "
112 13| commissary. ~"Oh, unhappy woman!" cried the commissary. ~"How? What
113 13| place." ~"Do as I bade you," cried the commissary, "and preserve
114 13| the guards. ~"Follow you!" cried Bonacieux, "follow you at
115 14| told already, monseigneur," cried Bonacieux, giving his interrogator
116 14| queen." ~"She said that?" cried the cardinal, with violence. ~"
117 14| personage entered. ~"It is he!" cried Bonacieux. ~"He! What he?"
118 14| monseigneur, no, it is not he!" cried Bonacieux; "no, I was deceived.
119 14| The queen and the duke?" cried Richelieu. ~"Yes." ~"Where?" ~"
120 14| cardinal, sternly. ~"I," cried Bonacieux, "I deceive your
121 14| of Buckingham." ~"Yes," cried Bonacieux, recalling all
122 14| hand of the great man!" cried Bonacieux. "The great man
123 14| morning." ~"It was they!" cried the cardinal, looking at
124 15| your Eminence to prove it," cried Treville, with his Gascon
125 15| enlightens. ~"Police affairs!" cried the king, taking up Treville'
126 16| Buckingham in Paris!" cried he, "and why does he come?" ~"
127 16| all day." ~"That's it!" cried the king; "to him, no doubt.
128 16| the Marechale d'Ancre?" cried the king, in the highest
129 16| in his hand. ~"Horror!" cried d'Artagnan. "What do you
130 16| Heavens, Athos, a murder?" cried d'Artagnan. ~"No less,"
131 16| hope." ~"My God, my God!" cried d'Artagnan, quite stunned
132 16| Majesty." ~"What horror!" cried the queen. ~"Be kind enough,
133 16| no, I would rather die!" cried the queen, in whom the imperious
134 16| there is that letter!" cried the queen, with a broken
135 17| persistence in accusation. ~"But," cried Anne of Austria, tired of
136 17| You, oh, heaven, you!" cried the queen; "but look me
137 17| in you?" ~"Oh, madame!" cried the young woman, falling
138 17| doubt, it is necessary," cried the queen; "but how am I
139 17| her tenderly. ~"Do that," cried she, "and you will have
140 17| himself." ~"Generous girl!" cried Anne of Austria. ~Mme. Bonacieux
141 17| head." ~"The cardinal?" cried Mme. Bonacieux. "Have you
142 17| then, monsieur, are you?" cried she; "and you serve the
143 17| It's the same thing," cried the young woman. "Who calls
144 17| her through the ceiling cried, "Dear Madame Bonacieux,
145 18| sorrowfully. ~"As to that," cried d'Artagnan, after a moment
146 18| bag." ~"The cardinal's?" cried d'Artagnan, breaking into
147 18| appearance." ~"PARDIEU," cried d'Artagnan, "it will be
148 18| already grandly recompensed!" cried d'Artagnan. "I love you;
149 18| What are you going to do?" cried Mme. Bonacieux; "you will
150 18| Thieves!" ~"Oh, my God!" cried Mme. Bonacieux, "he will
151 18| To her and to you!" cried d'Artagnan. "Be satisfied,
152 18| her hands, "Oh, my God," cried she, "protect the queen,
153 19| you restore me to life!" cried Aramis. "I fancied myself
154 19| Artagnan. ~"To London!" cried Porthos; "and what the devil
155 19| Planchet! Mousqueton! Bazin!" cried the four young men, calling
156 19| your opinion is mine," cried Athos, "Besides, we must
157 19| the letter." ~"Well said," cried Aramis; "you don't often
158 20| of the king. The stranger cried that he acknowledged no
159 20| schools. ~"There goes one!" cried Athos, at the end of five
160 20| awoke in an instant and cried, "Who goes there?" somebody
161 20| over in his hands, suddenly cried out that it was bad, and
162 20| forgers. ~"You blackguard!" cried Athos, going toward him, "
163 20| your affair, monsieur," cried Planchet; "I have finished
164 20| me--the best for last!" cried d'Artagnan, furious, nailing
165 20| happened to the queen?" cried Buckingham, the instant
166 20| can extricate her." ~"I!" cried Buckingham. "What is it?
167 20| heaven, what have I read?" cried the duke. "Patrick, remain
168 21| the young man, "Come in!" cried he, "and if you have the
169 21| my Lord?" ~"All is lost!" cried Buckingham, becoming as
170 21| throughout the world?" cried d'Artagnan. ~"Oh, yes,"
171 21| than we want. Patrick!" cried the duke, opening the door
172 21| God guide you!" ~"Amen!" cried the young man, and set off
173 22| given him. ~"How, sire?" cried the young queen, affecting
174 22| entered. ~"You at last?" cried d'Artagnan. ~"Silence!"
175 22| shall I see you again?" cried d'Artagnan. ~"A note which
176 23| now! Didn't I say so?" cried Planchet. "I was sure of
177 23| the women, the women!" cried the old soldier. "I know
178 24| Good Lord, how cold I am!" cried Planchet, as soon as he
179 24| In the name of heaven!" cried he, "listen to me; I have
180 24| good. ~"What do you mean?" cried d'Artagnan. "In the name
181 24| Ah, my worthy gentlemen,' cried I, 'what do you want?' '
182 24| saddlehorses. All at once great cried resounded in the pavilion,
183 24| The woman screamed, and cried for help; but her cries
184 24| gentleman." ~"That's the man!" cried d'Artagnan, "again he, forever
185 24| my three friends here," cried he, "I should have, at least,
186 25| fright. ~"Ah, monsieur!" cried Planchet, as soon as he
187 26| Amiens." ~"Good heavens!" cried d'Artagnan, "is the poor
188 26| requisite." ~"Ordination!" cried d'Artagnan, who could not
189 26| An admirable subject!" cried the Jesuit. ~"Admirable
190 26| See what an exordium!" cried the Jesuit. ~"Exordium,"
191 26| the Lord.'" ~"Stop there!" cried the Jesuit, "for that thesis
192 26| DIABOLUM, unhappy man!" cried the Jesuit. ~"He regrets
193 26| I think so, indeed," cried he. ~The Jesuit and the
194 26| Repeat it! Repeat it!" cried d'Artagnan; "it will make
195 26| pleadings." ~"Please God!" cried Aramis, transported. ~"There
196 26| transported. ~"There it is," cried the Jesuit; "the world still
197 26| The devil!" cried d'Artagnan. ~"Now," continued
198 26| world." ~"Aramis, Aramis!" cried d'Artagnan, looking at his
199 26| chambermaid." ~"What letter?" cried Aramis, eagerly. ~"A letter
200 26| d'Artagnan, d'Artagnan," cried Aramis, "you are killing
201 26| Thanks, d'Artagnan, thanks!" cried Aramis, almost in a state
202 26| Be off, you wretch!" cried Aramis, throwing his skullcap
203 27| Hold my stirrup, Bazin," cried Aramis; and Aramis sprang
204 27| Do you remember how he cried, 'On, d'Artagnan, on, I
205 27| monseigneur, do not mention it!" cried the host, in the most pitiable
206 27| Miserable scoundrel!" cried d'Artagnan, "you were all
207 27| villian, will you finish?" cried d'Artagnan, "Athos--what
208 27| escaped." ~"But Athos!" cried d'Artagnan, whose impatience
209 27| But where is Athos now?" cried d'Artagnan. "Where is Athos?" ~"
210 27| But he must be disturbed," cried the host; "Here are two
211 27| But this is tyranny!" cried one of them, in very good
212 27| please!" ~"Good, good!" cried the calm voice of Athos,
213 27| shall have it." ~"Good God!" cried the hollow voice of Athos, "
214 27| Artagnan, I think." ~"Yes," cried d'Artagnan, raising his
215 27| Artagnan, stand on one side," cried Athos. "I am going to fire!" ~"
216 27| fifty bottles." ~"Mercy!" cried the host, "if the lackey
217 27| the host. ~"Some wine!" cried the stupefied host, "some
218 27| shall pay me for all this," cried the exasperated host. ~"
219 27| ends the matter." ~"What," cried Athos, "are you selling
220 27| And a magnificent one!" cried the host. ~"Well, since
221 28| won back the equipage,' cried Athos. ~D'Artagnan looked
222 28| Athos, you make me tremble!" cried d'Artagnan. ~"I mentioned
223 28| July that--" ~"VENTREBLEU!" cried d'Artagnan, rising from
224 28| faith! But this is droll," cried d'Artagnan, consoled, and
225 28| steeds." ~"Aramis! Porthos!" cried Athos, and laughed aloud. ~"
226 28| devil are you doing there?" cried the two friends. ~"Ah, is
227 28| Musketeer." ~"Without a thesis?" cried d'Artagnan, "without a thesis?
228 28| him to him." ~"Gave him?" cried d'Artagnan. ~"My God, yes,
229 29| disdained beauty. ~Then she cried, "Ahem!" under cover of
230 29| hundred years. ~"Ma-madame!" cried he; "is that you? How is
231 29| Ah, Monsieur Porthos," cried the procurator's wife, when
232 29| how quickly men forget!" cried the procurator's wife, raising
233 29| t talk of such things!" cried the procurator's wife, bursting
234 29| mistake." ~"You have some!" cried the procurator's wife, in
235 30| troubling himself about?" cried the cavalier whom Milady
236 31| voice. ~"On guard, then!" cried Athos. ~Immediately eight
237 32| tongue-tied. ~"It is my cousin!" cried the procurator's wife. "
238 32| disappeared. ~"A positive feast!" cried M. Coquenard, turning about
239 32| thousand livres." ~"Good God!" cried she, "two thousand livres!
240 32| t let that disturb you," cried Mme. Coquenard. "My husband
241 32| but the valise I want," cried Porthos, "is a well- filled
242 33| His name; his name!" cried d'Artagnan. ~"Read the address." ~"
243 33| s chamber. ~"Good God," cried Kitty, "there is my mistress
244 33| What are you doing?" cried Kitty. ~D'Artagnan, who
245 33| without reply. ~"Well," cried Milady, in a sharp voice. "
246 33| am I, Milady, here am I!" cried Kitty, springing forward
247 33| Ah, you do not love me!" cried Kitty, "and I am very wretched." ~
248 33| great delusion. Although she cried freely before deciding to
249 34| from Tours." ~"From Tours!" cried Aramis. "A thousand pardons,
250 34| Spain! ~"Golden dreams!" cried Aramis. "Oh, beautiful life!
251 34| say." ~"How, monsieur?" cried Bazin, "a poem sell so dear
252 34| Ah, my yellow horse," cried he. "Aramis, look at that
253 34| Porthos! Monsieur Porthos!" cried the procurator's wife. "
254 34| heaven, Monsieur Porthos!" cried she. "Stop, and let us talk." ~"
255 34| violence of her grief she cried out, "Monsieur Porthos,
256 35| ring comes from Milady?" cried Athos, with a voice in which
257 35| flashing eyes upon Kitty, she cried, "What is this letter?" ~"
258 35| tremble. ~"Impossible!" cried Milady. "It is impossible
259 35| all at once, starting, she cried, "My God! can he have--"
260 36| everything?" ~"For everything," cried d'Artagnan, who knew beforehand
261 36| overwhelm me with happiness," cried d'Artagnan, throwing himself
262 36| resisted. ~"Interested man!" cried she, smiling. ~"Ah," cried
263 36| cried she, smiling. ~"Ah," cried d'Artagnan, really carried
264 36| you would hesitate, then?" cried Milady; and a threatening
265 36| it were my own brother!" cried d'Artagnan, as if carried
266 36| himself. ~"You love me, you!" cried he. "Oh, if that were so,
267 36| De Wardes; I know it," cried d'Artagnan. ~"And how do
268 36| received from you." ~"Wretch!" cried Milady. ~The epithet, as
269 36| Thanks, my brave friend!" cried Milady; "and when shall
270 37| killed even." ~"Impossible!" cried Milady, "you are such a
271 37| imprinted. ~"Great God!" cried d'Artagnan, loosing his
272 37| panther. ~"Ah, wretch!" cried she, "you have basely betrayed
273 37| cord at the moment Milady cried from her window, "Don't
274 38| speech. ~"Holloa, there!" cried he; "what do you want, you
275 38| Help! murder! help!" cried he. ~"Hold your tongue,
276 38| You, Monsieur d'Artagnan!" cried Grimaud, "impossible." ~"
277 38| Don't laugh, my friend!" cried d'Artagnan; "for heaven'
278 38| upon her shoulder!" ~"Ah!" cried the Musketeer, as if he
279 38| as she perceived him, she cried, "You have promised your
280 38| this gentleman here." ~"I?" cried Athos, with an accent like
281 39| Aramis, smiling. ~"Certes," cried Athos, "you are the best-mounted
282 39| the window. ~"The devil!" cried Aramis, "you have a magnificent
283 40| air. ~"How? You refuse?" cried the cardinal, with astonishment. ~"
284 40| And you were right," cried Aramis and Porthos, with
285 41| Oh, do not kill me!" cried the bandit. "Pardon, pardon,
286 41| as you are." ~"Wretch," cried d'Artagnan, "speak quickly!
287 41| in his pocket." ~"But," cried the bandit, "that is only
288 41| believe dead but who is not!" cried the bandit, throwing himself
289 41| sprang up. ~"Stop, stop!" cried he, regaining strength by
290 42| Musketeers ~"That's all well!" cried d'Artagnan. They think of
291 42| another's arms. ~"Pardieu!" cried d'Artagnan, "you could not
292 42| Look you, my friends!" cried d'Artagnan, "a horrible
293 42| distorted with agony. ~"Ah!" cried he, on perceiving d'Artagnan, "
294 42| and you poison me!" ~"I!" cried d'Artagnan. "I, wretch?
295 42| I do not believe you," cried the soldier, and he expired
296 42| you on my part--" ~"Good," cried Athos, "good! Yes, my dear
297 42| of her." ~"You, Aramis?" cried the three friends. "You!
298 43| in front of the others, cried in a firm voice, "Who goes
299 43| Monsieur the Cardinal!" cried the stupefied Musketeer. ~"
300 43| Musketeer. ~"Your name?" cried his Eminence, for the third
301 44| Eminence knows him well," cried Milady, carried away by
302 44| Buckingham." ~"A proof?" cried Milady; "I will have ten." ~"
303 45| and what do you want?" cried she. ~"Humph," murmured
304 45| livid. ~"You must be Satan!" cried she. ~"Perhaps," said Athos; "
305 45| camp. ~"Who goes there?" cried he, as soon as he perceived
306 46| Ah, wooi, a vager!" cried the Swiss. ~"What is it?"
307 47| business." ~"Well, then," cried d'Artagnan, "pray let Grimaud
308 47| wine. "Villainous host!" cried he, "he has given us Anjou
309 47| my head of the cardinal?" cried d'Artagnan, pale with terror. ~"
310 47| devil are you going to do?" cried d'Artagnan, "you will be
311 47| Take care, Athos!" cried d'Artagnan; "don't you see
312 47| Now, gentlemen, a sortie!" cried Athos. ~And the four friends
313 47| But this is infamous!" cried he. ~"As to that," said
314 47| Musketeers. ~"To arms!" cried Grimaud. ~The young men
315 47| by a miracle." ~"Bravo!" cried Porthos. "Decidedly, Athos,
316 47| said d'Artagnan. ~"No," cried Porthos; "there go three
317 47| Oh, the great man!" cried d'Artagnan. "I comprehend
318 47| Yes, yes! Athos's idea!" cried Aramis and d'Artagnan, at
319 47| so cheerful. ~"Look out!" cried d'Artagnan, "I see black
320 47| shall we do now, gentlemen?" cried Athos. ~"Have you forgotten
321 47| along, Athos, come along!" cried d'Artagnan; "now we have
322 47| disdainfully. ~"Ah, to be sure," cried Porthos, "there is a diamond.
323 47| motive. Nothing was heard but cried of "Live the Musketeers!
324 48| found?" ~"Not to be found!" cried Athos. "I know it well,
325 48| difficult." ~"Not at all," cried d'Artagnan, who was anxious
326 48| continued d'Artagnan. ~"Bah!" cried Porthos. "Impossible! What
327 48| fleur-de-lis on her shoulder?" cried Porthos. ~"Yes." ~These
328 48| Seven thousand livres!" cried Porthos. "That poor little
329 48| soon return." ~"Capital!" cried Athos; "you are the king
330 48| orthography. ~"Good God!" cried he, laughing, "I quite despair
331 48| this evening." ~"Planchet!" cried d'Artagnan, beside himself
332 48| said Planchet. ~"Well!" cried d'Artagnan, "tell us all
333 49| Oh, this is too much," cried Milady. "Help! help!" ~No
334 49| the name of heaven, sir," cried she, "what means all that
335 49| no longer any doubt, she cried, in a state of stupor, "
336 50| My friend the cardinal!" cried Milady, seeing that on this
337 50| similar." ~"My first husband!" cried Milady, looking at Lord
338 50| the family." ~"Insolent!" cried Milady; and as if acted
339 50| as much as you please," cried Lord de Winter, "but don'
340 51| Musketeers. ~"Officer!" cried Grimaud. ~"You are speaking,
341 51| Grimaud kept bad watch!" cried Porthos, who had a great
342 52| door reopened. ~"Ha, ha!" cried Lord de Winter; "ha, ha!
343 53| complaints. ~"Oh, no, no!" cried Milady; "no, sir, do not
344 53| conceal. ~"I will tell it," cried Milady, with a feigned exultation, "
345 53| Infamous task! impious task!" cried Milady, with the exultation
346 54| pray, accursed woman!" cried the baron; "your prayer
347 54| Oh, you are a just man!" cried Milady, throwing herself
348 54| nothing to me." ~"Why, then," cried Milady, with an incredible
349 54| Oh, my God, my God!" cried Milady; "when I supplicate
350 54| and stopped him. ~"Sir," cried she, "be kind, be clement,
351 54| honor!" ~"To kill yourself?" cried Felton, with terror, forgetting
352 55| reward." ~"I, madame, I?" cried Felton. "You suppose that
353 55| you will with it." ~"So," cried Milady, as if she could
354 55| as for myself." ~"Dunce," cried Milady, "dunce! who dares
355 55| life through me." ~"Yes," cried Milady, "but I shall lose
356 55| art thou? Who art thou?" cried he, clasping his hands. "
357 55| that?" ~"They have eyes," cried Milady, "but they see not;
358 55| appeased God!' Speak, speak!" cried Felton, "I can understand
359 55| they hear not." ~"But," cried the young officer, "speak,
360 55| Confide my shame to you," cried Milady, with the blush of
361 55| nobody." ~"You hear him!" cried Milady, with vehemence,
362 55| Be silent, madame," cried Felton, "and do not speak
363 56| Oh, yes, scoundrel!" cried Milady, seeing the interest
364 56| Tell me who this man was!" cried the young officer. ~Milady
365 56| on this man, did it not?" cried Felton. ~"Yes," said Milady. "
366 56| against it. ~"'Ah, ah!' cried he, seizing my arm, and
367 56| said he. ~"'Very well,' cried I, 'then the place of my
368 56| you.' ~"'On the cross,' cried I, rising, for at that abhorred
369 56| you to infamy.' ~"'You?' cried I. 'You?' ~"'To interminable,
370 57| Oh, his name, his name!" cried Felton. "His name, tell
371 57| beautiful shoulder. ~"But," cried Felton, "that is a FLEUR-DE-LIS
372 57| remained. ~"Pardon! Pardon!" cried Felton, "oh, pardon!" ~Milady
373 57| So beautiful! so young!" cried Felton, covering that hand
374 57| all." ~"What, brother!" cried Milady, "must I name him
375 57| divined who he is?" ~"What?" cried Felton, "he--again he--always
376 57| It is, then, Buckingham!" cried Felton, in a high state
377 57| this angelic creature!" cried Felton. "And thou hast not
378 57| wife.'" ~"Lord de Winter!" cried Felton. ~"Yes," said Milady, "
379 57| an abyss; what an abyss!" cried Felton. ~"Lord de Winter
380 57| I conjure you!" ~"No," cried Felton, "no; you shall live
381 57| live and die together!" cried he, pressing his lips to
382 58| and opened it. ~"Felton!" cried she. "I am saved." ~"Yes,"
383 58| officer. ~"Oh, saved, saved!" cried she. "Yes, there is the
384 58| it's nothing, nothing!" cried Milady. "I remember now." ~
385 58| Rochelle." ~"He need not sail!" cried Milady, forgetting her usual
386 58| full length. ~"Felton," cried she, "you are as great as
387 58| say to you." ~"Silence!" cried Felton; "we are here." ~
388 58| then, my beautiful lady," cried the captain; "and may God
389 59| you say? God pardon me!" cried Buckingham, "I really think
390 59| Ah, this is too much!" cried Buckingham, making a step
391 59| of the devil, you mean!" cried Buckingham, raising his
392 59| my Lord." ~"From France!" cried Buckingham, forgetting everything
393 59| handle. ~"Ah, traitor," cried Buckingham, "you have killed
394 59| Too late by a minute!" cried he, "too late by a minute!
395 59| put me." ~"Oh, my Lord!" cried the baron, "I shall never
396 59| is dead." ~"Dead, dead!" cried Patrick. ~At this cry all
397 60| You terrify me, Athos!" cried d'Artagnan. "My God! what
398 60| devil are you going now?" cried Athos. ~"It is he!" cried
399 60| cried Athos. ~"It is he!" cried d'Artagnan, pale with anger,
400 60| Monsieur, monsieur!" cried a hostler, running out and
401 60| is written in her hand!" cried Athos. ~"Come on, come on!"
402 61| hesitatingly. ~"Who--I?" cried Milady; "I a Protestant?
403 61| her other name." ~"Kitty!" cried Milady. "What? Are you sure?" ~"
404 61| never been before?" ~"Oh," cried the novice, "as to friends,
405 61| you speak of her thus!" cried the novice, with enthusiasm. ~"
406 61| Why, then, only see!" cried the novice; "we shall soon
407 61| likewise? I know them," cried Milady, who began to feel
408 61| know Monsieur d'Artagnan!" cried the novice, in her turn
409 61| been his mistress, madame!" cried Milady, in her turn. ~"I?"
410 61| his mistress?" ~"Oh, no!" cried Milady, with an accent that
411 61| pardon me, pardon me!" cried she, sinking upon the shoulders
412 61| gallop of a horse. ~"Oh!" cried Mme. Bonacieux, darting
413 61| Oh, my God, my God!" cried Mme. Bonacieux. "Can it
414 62| Demons~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Ah," cried Milady and Rochefort together, "
415 63| brother." ~"Your brother!" cried Mme. Bonacieux. ~"No one
416 63| gallop. ~"Adieu, brother!" cried Milady. ~The chevalier raised
417 63| that would be too much!" cried Mme. Bonacieux, "so much
418 63| Oh, my God, my God," cried Mme. Bonacieux, "what is
419 63| Come, then, come, then!" cried Milady, trying to drag the
420 63| last time, will you come?" cried Milady. ~"Oh, my God, my
421 63| you here? No, no, never!" cried Milady. ~All at once she
422 63| d'Artagnan! D'Artagnan!" cried she, "is it you? This way!
423 63| away." ~"Your companion!" cried d'Artagnan, becoming more
424 63| Her name, her name!" cried d'Artagnan. "My God, can
425 63| her hands are icy cold," cried d'Artagnan. "She is ill!
426 63| crime!" ~"Water, water!" cried d'Artagnan. "Water!" ~"Oh,
427 63| Artagnan. ~"She revives!" cried the young man. "Oh, my God,
428 63| d'Artagnan, d'Artagnan!" cried Mme. Bonacieux, "where art
429 63| Constance, Constance!" cried d'Artagnan. ~A sigh escaped
430 63| avenge them!" ~"Oh, yes!" cried d'Artagnan, "yes! If it
431 64| impatient. ~"Patience!" cried Athos; "one of our party
432 64| saddle. ~"Wait for me," cried he, "I will soon be back,"
433 65| Grimaud. ~"What's the manner?" cried Athos. "Has she left Armentieres?" ~
434 65| negatively. ~"Silence, then!" cried Athos. ~And the troop continued
435 65| Buckingham assassinated!" cried all present, with one voice. ~"
436 65| husband die?" ~"Horror!" cried Porthos and Aramis. ~"Assassin
437 65| that? What man is that?" cried Milady, suffocated by terror,
438 65| impassibility. Then she suddenly cried, "Oh, no, no!" rising and
439 65| hands. ~"Who are you, then?" cried all the witnesses of this
440 65| the executioner of Lille!" cried Milady, a prey to insensate
441 65| grace, grace, pardon!" cried the wretch, falling on her
442 66| am not willing to die!" cried Milady, struggling. "Because
443 66| the boat. ~"Oh, my God!" cried she, "my God! are you going
444 66| d'Artagnan, d'Artagnan!" cried she; "remember that I loved
445 66| his burden over the water cried in a loud voice, "Let the
446 67| How! what do you say?" cried d'Artagnan. ~"I say that
447 67| What do you say, monsieur?" cried the cardinal, astonished; "
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