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  1 1 |         sound?" asked the host. ~"Oh, yes! Perfectly safe and
  2 1 |             cried the stranger. ~"Oh, no, your Excellency, he
  3 2 |          Duke," replied Aramis. ~"Oh, the Red Duke! Bravo! Bravo!
  4 2 |           you would have made!" ~"Oh, it's only a temporary postponement,"
  5 2 |         good graces of that lady. Oh, good Lord! Don't trouble
  6 3 |          I ask alms of no man." ~"Oh, that's very well, young
  7 3 |         him still at Brussels." ~"Oh, sir, if you know who this
  8 4 |         atrocious. As to Porthos--oh, as to Porthos, faith, that'
  9 5 |           Aramis?" asked Athos. ~"Oh, ours is a theological quarrel,"
 10 6 |        said Treville, "we are." ~"Oh, yes; I am," added the king,
 11 6 |       rely upon it, may I not?" ~"Oh, sire!" cried the four companions,
 12 7 |          discreet than myself." ~"Oh, I don't doubt that," replied
 13 8 |         one may recognize him?" ~"Oh, certainly; he is a noble
 14 9 |        large hat," said Aramis. ~"Oh, good lord," cried Porthos, "
 15 10|         and run as I told you." ~"Oh, monsieur! Monsieur! You
 16 10|          you owe me no thanks." ~"Oh, yes, monsieur, oh, yes;
 17 10|     thanks." ~"Oh, yes, monsieur, oh, yes; and I hope to prove
 18 10|            cried Mme. Bonacieux. "Oh, my God! What has he done?
 19 10|         by whom? Do you know him? Oh, if you know him, tell me!" ~"
 20 10|          under his protection?" ~"Oh, no, poor dear man! I knew
 21 10|        inform him." ~"Of what?" ~"Oh, that is not my secret;
 22 10|           if he should return?" ~"Oh, he won't return; and if
 23 11|            perhaps she is pretty. Oh, yes! But a woman who wanders
 24 11|        she uttered a cry of joy, "Oh, it is you, it is you! Thank
 25 11|         me." ~"But who is she?" ~"Oh, that is not my secret." ~"
 26 11|       start in spite of himself. "Oh, meddle in nothing which
 27 11|        beside himself with joy. ~"Oh, as to that, I do not engage
 28 11|           Then today, madame--" ~"Oh, today, I am no further
 29 11|        everything comes round." ~"Oh, you render me the happiest
 30 12|         speak of that evening." ~"Oh, let us speak of it; on
 31 12|       trembled from head to foot. Oh, Queen! Queen! You do not
 32 12|       otherwise. If you loved me, oh, if you loved me, that would
 33 12|     Thanks for those sweet words! Oh, my beautiful sovereign,
 34 12|         hundred times, thanks!" ~"Oh, my Lord! You have ill understood,
 35 12|          once sad and charming. ~"Oh, my God!" cried Anne of
 36 12|          all--were it my life." ~"Oh, but I," said Anne, "I also,
 37 12|          you will weep for me?" ~"Oh, my God, my God!" cried
 38 12|         pity on me, then, and go! Oh, if you are struck in France,
 39 12|         depart, I implore you!" ~"Oh, how beautiful you are thus!
 40 12|           beautiful you are thus! Oh, how I love you!" said Buckingham. ~"
 41 12|           happy in seeing you." ~"Oh, is this true what you say?" ~"
 42 12|          what you say?" ~"Yes." ~"Oh, then, some pledge of your
 43 13|         And his name?" said he. ~"Oh, as to his name, I know
 44 13|        the wheel, to the gallows! Oh, my God, my God, have pity
 45 13|       escaped!" cried Bonacieux. "Oh, unfortunate creature! Monsieur,
 46 13|       letter to the commissary. ~"Oh, unhappy woman!" cried the
 47 15|          hour was he with you?" ~"Oh, as to that I can speak
 48 16|   Longueville, and the Condes." ~"Oh, sire, what an idea! The
 49 16|           She SEEMED, did she?" ~"Oh, she DID love me!" ~"You
 50 16|      Athos. ~"Yes, the priest." ~"Oh, I inquired after him for
 51 16|         warmly, even against you. Oh, if she betrayed your Majesty
 52 17|          an almost dying voice. ~"Oh, very shortly, madame,"
 53 17|        given to her by Laporte. ~"Oh, fear nothing, madame!"
 54 17|        from your trouble." ~"You, oh, heaven, you!" cried the
 55 17|            Can I trust in you?" ~"Oh, madame!" cried the young
 56 17|        madame?" ~     ~ ~ ~ ~    "Oh, my God, my God!" murmured
 57 17|              But I must write." ~"Oh, yes; that is indispensable.
 58 17|    delivered to their address." ~"Oh, my God! I must then place
 59 17|         abduction, I pray you." ~"Oh, that's of no consequence
 60 17|       dungeon of the Bastille?" ~"Oh, a day and night soon pass
 61 18|       Treville, their captain?" ~"Oh, yes, him! I know him; not
 62 18|           you to the cardinal?" ~"Oh, no, certainly not!" ~"Well,
 63 18|     believe it." ~"I am brave." ~"Oh, I am sure of that!" ~"Then,
 64 18|        her Majesty ungrateful." ~"Oh, I am already grandly recompensed!"
 65 18|           was crying "Thieves!" ~"Oh, my God!" cried Mme. Bonacieux, "
 66 18|          and clasping her hands, "Oh, my God," cried she, "protect
 67 19|        Three hundred pistoles." ~"Oh, plenty! That would carry
 68 19|        cause?" demanded Aramis. ~"Oh, you'll know it someday,
 69 20|          seems," said Planchet. ~"Oh, that's nothing! Let us
 70 20|           he opened the letter. ~"Oh, nothing but a scratch,"
 71 21|       world?" cried d'Artagnan. ~"Oh, yes," said Buckingham,
 72 21|       inform my wife?" said he. ~"Oh, you may even see her if
 73 23|     journey." ~"Far from here?" ~"Oh, Lord, no! About forty leagues
 74 23|         queen." ~"From the queen! Oh, oh!" said M. de Treville. "
 75 23|               From the queen! Oh, oh!" said M. de Treville. "
 76 23|        the affair came to pass. ~"Oh, the women, the women!"
 77 23|        the least in the world." ~"Oh, you do quite right, monsieur." ~"
 78 24|      heaven, explain yourself!" ~"Oh! Monsieur," said the old
 79 24|        you must have seen him." ~"Oh, it's a description you
 80 24|       Which?" ~"The short one." ~"Oh, he was not a gentleman,
 81 24|      doubt, grief, and despair. ~"Oh, if I had my three friends
 82 25|         also, Monsieur Bonacieux? Oh, the devil! That's unpardonable
 83 25|          pretty wife as yours." ~"Oh, Lord! no," said Bonacieux, "
 84 25|            demanded d'Artagnan. ~"Oh! I give you a hundred, I
 85 25|         the young man, smiling. ~"Oh, I saw the snare, and I
 86 25|      Mousqueton is here, then?" ~"Oh, yes, monsieur. Five days
 87 25|           how do you know her?" ~"Oh, monsieur, if I could believe
 88 25|            What have you done?" ~"Oh, nothing which was not right
 89 25|         he been wounded, then?" ~"Oh, good Lord! What have I
 90 25|           And what took place?" ~"Oh! The affair was not long,
 91 25|              Porthos~ ~ ~ ~ ~    "Oh, monsieur, procurator's
 92 25|       still expects his money?" ~"Oh, Lord, yes, monsieur! Yesterday
 93 25|      agreed; you have my word." ~"Oh, he would kill me!" ~"Don'
 94 25|        what has became of him?" ~"Oh, I don't know; he had enough,
 95 25|         man?" asked d'Artagnan. ~"Oh, of the most unfortunate
 96 26|   imperceptibly. "You disturb me? Oh, quite the contrary, dear
 97 26|       gentleman said just now." ~"Oh, these plans of retreat
 98 26|      jested." ~"With such things! Oh, d'Artagnan!" ~"The devil!
 99 26|     particularly the golden ties. Oh, my dear d'Artagnan," resumed
100 26|           whom is that letter?" ~"Oh, from some heartbroken waiting
101 27|          you to his maneuvers." ~"Oh, make yourself easy on that
102 27|           as great as you say." ~"Oh, gentlemen," said the host, "
103 28|          You had nothing left?" ~'Oh, yes, my friend; there was
104 28|       will do no harm." ~"I rest? Oh, no, Athos. Once in Paris,
105 28|         you will dine with me." ~"Oh, oh!" said d'Artagnan, "
106 28|         will dine with me." ~"Oh, oh!" said d'Artagnan, "Mousqueton
107 28|         cost?" said d'Artagnan. ~"Oh, we can scarcely say. We
108 29|          paltry crowns from them. Oh! If you were a duchess,
109 29|         me I shall be killed--" ~"Oh, don't talk of such things!"
110 30|           wait for your reply." ~"Oh!" said d'Artagnan, "this
111 32|     previous to his departure." ~"Oh, my legs, my poor legs!
112 32|          example of his clerks. ~"Oh, oh!" said he; "here is
113 32|      example of his clerks. ~"Oh, oh!" said he; "here is a soup
114 32|     consist, Monsieur Porthos?" ~"Oh, of many things!" said Porthos. "
115 32|     stopped; speech failed her. ~"Oh, no," said Porthos, "it
116 32|         valise," added Porthos. ~"Oh, don't let that disturb
117 33|           Chevalier?" said she. ~"Oh, more than I can say, Kitty!
118 33|     charged you to tell me so?" ~"Oh, no, monsieur; but out of
119 33|      rather, what he was doing. ~"Oh, good Lord, Monsieur Chevalier,"
120 33|          one?" said d'Artagnan. ~"Oh, yes, and with all my heart;
121 33|      became as red as a cherry. ~"Oh, no," said Kitty, "it is
122 33|      spend with your mistress?" ~"Oh, yes," said Kitty, clapping
123 33| inconstant before being happy?" ~"Oh, no; he must have been prevented
124 33|         credit with his Eminence. Oh, I will be revenged!" ~"
125 33|          me to conciliate him." ~"Oh, yes; but Madame has not
126 33|         opened the closet door. ~"Oh, good Lord!" said Kitty,
127 33|         in reading this billet. ~"Oh, you love her still," said
128 33|       myself for her contempt." ~"Oh, yes, I know what sort of
129 34| Englishwoman--the one I named." ~"Oh, ay! the fair woman on whose
130 34|           dreams!" cried Aramis. "Oh, beautiful life! Yes, we
131 34|           that! It is incredible! Oh, monsieur, you can write
132 34|            look at that horse!" ~"Oh, the frightful brute!" said
133 35|           the Comte de Wardes." ~"Oh, my God, my God!" murmured
134 35|          met. I also--I love you. Oh, tomorrow, tomorrow, I must
135 35|        The monster was himself. ~"Oh," continued Milady, "do
136 36|         such a woman would go?" ~"Oh, my God!" said Kitty, "you
137 36|        company will divert me." ~"Oh, oh!" thought d'Artagnan. "
138 36|    company will divert me." ~"Oh, oh!" thought d'Artagnan. "She
139 36|  difficult they are to be won." ~"Oh, difficulties do not affright
140 36|         love me, you!" cried he. "Oh, if that were so, I should
141 36|             said she, tenderly. ~"Oh, you are an angel!" exclaimed
142 38|     thought that his duchess--" ~"Oh, Porthos's duchess is dressed
143 38|                       There, now! Oh, Monsieur Chevalier, do
144 38|           door as you came in." ~"Oh, my God! You remind me of
145 38|       answer for Mademoiselle-" ~"Oh, monsieur, be assured that
146 41|        his sword at his throat. ~"Oh, do not kill me!" cried
147 42|      swear to you, I protest--" ~"Oh, but God is above! God will
148 42|   confessor should be sent for. ~"Oh, my friends," said d'Artagnan, "
149 44|              What is his name?" ~"Oh, your Eminence knows him
150 46|              Hush!" said Athos. ~"Oh, oh!" said d'Artagnan, comprehending
151 46|          Hush!" said Athos. ~"Oh, oh!" said d'Artagnan, comprehending
152 46|       hundred charges to fire." ~"Oh, Athos!" said Aramis, "truly
153 47|           an idea," said Athos. ~"Oh, I remember," said d'Artagnan. "
154 47|           guns in their hands." ~"Oh, the great man!" cried d'
155 47|    pleurisy by too much haste." ~"Oh, I comprehend now," said
156 47|          It bleeds, seemingly." ~"Oh, it's nothing," said d'Artagnan. ~"
157 48|    blushing, "what must I say?" ~"Oh, that's simple enough!"
158 48|         ripping up your belly." ~"Oh, monsieur!" said Planchet,
159 48|           when the letter came. ~"Oh, pardieu, less than nothing,"
160 48|           place in my service." ~"Oh, no, never," said Planchet, "
161 49|        threat brought no reply. ~"Oh, this is too much," cried
162 50|  concealed beneath your words?" ~"Oh, my God, no!" said Lord
163 50|          crouches for a spring. ~"Oh, growl as much as you please,"
164 50|          supreme joy of doing it? Oh, be assured, if the memory
165 51|        like four conspirators." ~"Oh, as to that, Monseigneur,
166 51|           you. ~"Marie Michon." ~"Oh, what do I not owe you,
167 52|         anything you can ring." ~"Oh, my God, my God! how I have
168 52|          led him out, laughing. ~"Oh, I will be a match for you!"
169 53|       these eternal complaints. ~"Oh, no, no!" cried Milady; "
170 53|       replied Milady, frigidly. ~"Oh, I confess it is all the
171 53|         is all the same to me." ~"Oh, you need not avow this
172 54|           last judgment. "Guilty? Oh, my God, thou knowest whether
173 54|           you with my prayers." ~"Oh, you are a just man!" cried
174 54|          God." ~"What do you say? Oh, you do not understand me!
175 54|           I never lie, madame." ~"Oh, he conceals them too little
176 54|   Puritans styled simply Satan. ~"Oh, my God, my God!" cried
177 54|     quickly such a great result. "Oh, know him? Yes, yes! to
178 54|           use I would make of it! Oh, hear me to the end! that
179 54|        Milady sprang toward him. "Oh, not a word," said she in
180 54|        appeared more beautiful. ~"Oh, yes," said she, smiling, "
181 54|     became as pale as a corpse. ~"Oh, I see you prefer peregrination.
182 55|           the price of your life? Oh, you cannot believe what
183 55|        you, a man, and I a woman? Oh," continued she, placing
184 56|        does not keep his word." ~"Oh, my God!" murmured Felton. ~"
185 56|    Scoundrel!" murmured Felton. ~"Oh, yes, scoundrel!" cried
186 56|         in this strange recital. "Oh, yes, scoundrel! He believed,
187 56|            Your death?' said he; 'oh, no, you are too charming
188 56|         attain your vengeance!" ~"Oh, I resolved that it should
189 56|         anything fresh happening. Oh, my God! who could have
190 56|     infamy!' ~"'You?' repeated I. Oh, I declare to you, Felton,
191 56|           yes, I!' replied he. ~"'Oh, leave me!' said I. 'Begone,
192 57|       said he, 'do your duty.'" ~"Oh, his name, his name!" cried
193 57|         but the brand of France!--oh, by that, by THAT I was
194 57|           Pardon!" cried Felton, "oh, pardon!" ~Milady read in
195 57|           me, I accuse nobody." ~"Oh, what an abyss; what an
196 57|     exiles me among the infamous. Oh, the train is well laid;
197 57|  imploring her like a divinity. ~"Oh, death, death!" said she,
198 57|           voice and her eyelids, "oh, death, rather than shame!
199 58|       seen through the wicket." ~"Oh, it is a proof that the
200 58|          be able to follow me?" ~"Oh, yes!" ~"Your wound?" ~"
201 58|      replied the young officer. ~"Oh, saved, saved!" cried she. "
202 58|           his head sorrowfully. ~"Oh, it's nothing, nothing!"
203 59|        Patrick, let no one enter. Oh, I cannot tell what she
204 59|             too late by a minute! Oh, my God, my God! what a
205 59|           which he has put me." ~"Oh, my Lord!" cried the baron, "
206 59|            Read me her letter." ~"Oh, my Lord!" said Laporte. ~"
207 60|        monsieur?" said Planchet. "Oh, come, gentlemen, my master
208 61|          boarders?" said Milady; "oh, my God! Poor woman! I pity
209 61|          Milady; "I a Protestant? Oh, no! I call to witness the
210 61|        have never been before?" ~"Oh," cried the novice, "as
211 61|      exert themselves for you." ~"Oh, when I said I was alone,"
212 61|          the queen is so good!" ~"Oh, you know her, then, that
213 61|      appears to know him well." ~"Oh, yes, very well; not only
214 61|       with surprise and terror. ~"Oh, do not deny it! Answer!"
215 61|         are you, his mistress?" ~"Oh, no!" cried Milady, with
216 61|     sincere and devoted friend. ~"Oh, pardon me, pardon me!"
217 61|            she smiled upon her. ~"Oh, you beautiful, good little
218 61|       devoured her by her looks. "Oh, yes it is you indeed! From
219 61|           and loyal gentleman?" ~"Oh, I cannot believe you!" ~"
220 61|          the gallop of a horse. ~"Oh!" cried Mme. Bonacieux,
221 61|          you did not see well." ~"Oh, if I were to see the plume
222 61|        come in, if you please." ~"Oh, my God, my God!" cried
223 62|         have not lost my time." ~"Oh, I don't doubt that." ~"
224 62|             Do you want a map?" ~"Oh, I know this country marvelously!" ~"
225 63|     perhaps yourself likewise." ~"Oh, my God!" ~"Listen. This
226 63|         my brother killed him." ~"Oh!" said Mme. Bonacieux, shuddering. ~"
227 63|       conducted back to Paris." ~"Oh, my God! My senses fail
228 63|       come to your assistance." ~"Oh, that would be too much!"
229 63|        cardinal, you are lost." ~"Oh, yes, yes; lost beyond redemption!
230 63|          But where can I wait?" ~"Oh, there is no difficulty
231 63|          Artagnan at my house?" ~"Oh, yes, yes; you are right.
232 63|       inconvenience can it be?" ~"Oh, delightful! In this way
233 63|        hour." ~"Here, in an hour. Oh, you are so kind, and I
234 63|      friends?" ~"Dear d'Artagnan! Oh, how he will thank you!" ~"
235 63|          brother sends for us." ~"Oh, my God!" ~"Come, come!
236 63|          galloping draw nearer. ~"Oh, my God!" said Mme. Bonacieux, "
237 63|          recognized d'Artagnan. ~"Oh, my God, my God," cried
238 63|        you come?" cried Milady. ~"Oh, my God, my God! you see
239 63|        them to their scabbards. ~"Oh, d'Artagnan, my beloved
240 63|           Constance. Reunited!" ~"Oh, it was in vain she told
241 63|           was not willing to fly. Oh, I have done well! How happy
242 63|          but--it is very strange--oh, my God, my head swims!
243 63|        the most horrible doubt. ~"Oh!' said Athos, "oh, no, it
244 63|        doubt. ~"Oh!' said Athos, "oh, no, it is impossible! God
245 63|      cried d'Artagnan. "Water!" ~"Oh, poor woman, poor woman!"
246 63|             cried the young man. "Oh, my God, my God, I thank
247 63|        She." ~"But who is SHE?" ~"Oh, I remember!" said Mme.
248 63|         dead; men avenge them!" ~"Oh, yes!" cried d'Artagnan, "
249 65|          on her left shoulder." ~"Oh," said Milady, raising herself, "
250 65|         Then she suddenly cried, "Oh, no, no!" rising and retreating
251 65|         the middle of the room. ~"Oh, grace, grace, pardon!"
252 66|   carrying her toward the boat. ~"Oh, my God!" cried she, "my
253 66|           His heart failed him. ~"Oh, I cannot behold this frightful