Chapter

  1 1 |            which ought to make you love it. Never sell it; allow
  2 1 |         that M. d'Artagnan did not love his son, who was his only
  3 3 |          not felt it was the great love he bore them which made
  4 5 |       without a heart. Monsieur, I love men of your kidney; and
  5 6 |            he could not resist his love of sport, and set out after
  6 7 |           with the accounts of his love scrapes, after having passed
  7 7 |            but letters and papers--love letters and family papers,
  8 7 |          met with great crosses in love, and that a frightful treachery
  9 8 |       convinced that there is less love than politics in all this." ~"
 10 8 |      politics in all this." ~"Less love than politics," replied
 11 8 |          nothing in all this but a love meeting, given by a lady
 12 9 |         the other." ~"Why does she love what we hate most in the
 13 9 |            natural that she should love the Spanish, who are the
 14 9 |          it said that she does not love the English, but an Englishman." ~"
 15 9 |        Save me, gentlemen, for the love of heaven, save me!" cried
 16 10|             and above all, of your love." ~A second smile, almost
 17 11|       woman was almost an ideal of love. Pretty, mysterious, initiated
 18 11|   irresistible charm to novices in love. Moreover, d'Artagnan had
 19 11|            to this commencement of love, which had been the consequence
 20 11|      nothing from the beginning of love, but on the contrary strengthens
 21 11|         was, wherever it might be. Love is the most selfish of all
 22 11|            for discretion in first love. First love is accompanied
 23 11|    discretion in first love. First love is accompanied by such excessive
 24 11|            a woman of twenty-five! Love. ~But was it on her own
 25 11|          would pity me and so much love that you would instantly
 26 11|     nothing to fear from those who love us." ~"You speak very suddenly
 27 11|         You speak very suddenly of love, monsieur," said the young
 28 11|            head. ~"That is because love has come suddenly upon me,
 29 11|        make the same promise to my love?" cried d'Artagnan, beside
 30 11|     sorrowfully; "and you abuse my love." ~"No, I use your generosity,
 31 11|           a hundred pardons! But I love her, my Lord, and was jealous.
 32 11|             You know what it is to love, my Lord. Pardon me, and
 33 12|        search for adventures and a love of romance. Brave, rash,
 34 12|            but what then! They who love believe easily in love.
 35 12|         who love believe easily in love. Besides, I have lost nothing
 36 12|           I have never said that I love you." ~"But you have never
 37 12|           told me that you did not love me; and truly, to speak
 38 12|           me, where can you find a love like mine--a love which
 39 12|           find a love like mine--a love which neither time, nor
 40 12|          despair can extinguish, a love which contents itself with
 41 12|        that is true. And any other love but mine would have sunk
 42 12|        beneath this ordeal; but my love came out from it more ardent
 43 12|          has a lover more truly in love; what queen a servant more
 44 12|      strongly. All these proofs of love which you would give me
 45 12|      crimes." ~"Because you do not love me, madame! If you loved
 46 12|           and she responded to his love." ~"Madame de Chevreuse
 47 12|    profound a passion. ~"You would love me, then, if you were not
 48 12|         Madame, say that you would love me then! I can believe that
 49 12|             I ask for no more. You love me, madame; it is enough." ~"
 50 12|         madame; it is enough." ~"I love you, I?" ~"Yes, yes. Would
 51 12|            as to me if you did not love me? Should we have the same
 52 12|            touch at the heart? You love me, my beautiful queen,
 53 12|            I do not know whether I love you or love you not; but
 54 12|         know whether I love you or love you not; but what I know
 55 12|            could imagine that your love for me was the cause of
 56 12|            you are thus! Oh, how I love you!" said Buckingham. ~"
 57 13|        with extreme cowardice. The love with which his young wife
 58 15|            and by yourself, whom I love and venerate above all the
 59 16|          my own opinion as to that love." ~"I not the less maintain,"
 60 16|            intrigues of policy and love. She has near her a certain
 61 16|        tell you the queen does not love me; I tell you she loves
 62 16|          do you say?" ~"I say that love is a lottery in which he
 63 16|      always lose!" ~"She seemed to love me so!" ~"She SEEMED, did
 64 16|            did she?" ~"Oh, she DID love me!" ~"You child, why, there
 65 16|       relate to you a real tale of love!" ~"Which has happened to
 66 16|   twenty-five years of age fell in love with a girl of sixteen,
 67 16|            idiot!" ~"How so, if he love her?" asked d'Artagnan. ~"
 68 16|            by a last reflection of love, were not the less sad.
 69 16|            the cardinal; but as to love, there was not a single
 70 16|          not the least question of love in this letter; but, on
 71 17|         man who entertains neither love nor hatred for anybody.
 72 17|          appeared to be so much in love. Married at eighteen to
 73 17|       young, and bold; he spoke of love like a man who did love
 74 17|            love like a man who did love and was anxious to be loved
 75 17|         hand to him, "I restore my love." ~Bonacieux was cowardly
 76 17|           said she. ~"But, my dear love, reflect a little upon what
 77 17|    Monsieur Bonacieux, I never did love you much, but now it is
 78 18|         this message to you?" ~"My love for you. Speak! Command!
 79 18|         me--you see plainly that I love you." ~"You say so." ~"I
 80 18|        their mutual declaration of love. ~D'Artagnan was radiant
 81 18|           he loved! Confidence and love mad him a giant. ~"I go,"
 82 18| recompensed!" cried d'Artagnan. "I love you; you permit me to tell
 83 18|     likewise return worthy of your love?" ~The young woman only
 84 20|          throwing all his fear and love into the question. ~"I believe
 85 21|        signifies that? I obeyed my love; and have I not been richly
 86 22|       moved by a double sentiment--love and curiosity. All the way,
 87 22|          his devotion, that of his love was to come. Besides, although
 88 22|       proved that he was really in love. ~     ~ ~ ~ ~
 89 23|        terrestrial paradise called Love! ~"Well, monsieur," said
 90 25|           this adventure besides a love affair. When d'Artagnan
 91 25|          Unlucky at play, lucky in love.' You are too fortunate
 92 25|          are too fortunate in your love for play not to take its
 93 26|            him as he was singing a love ditty and looking tenderly
 94 26|            such things, and suffer love pains? VANITAS VANITATUM!
 95 26|                Yes; a woman whom I love, whom I adore, has just
 96 26|       detached from everything! To love you cry, 'Fie! Friends are
 97 26|        women, are but shadows, and love is a sentiment to which
 98 29|            illusions; but for real love, for true jealousy, is there
 99 29| humiliating." ~"Then you no longer love me!" said the procurator'
100 29|           this is the last! Do you love me still?" ~"Ah, madame,"
101 29|            say that you have a new love." ~"Not so; I speak frankly
102 29|            a last struggle between love and avarice. ~"And as,"
103 30|         That is to say, you are in love with this lady as you were
104 30|     mistaken," said d'Artagnan; "I love my poor Constance more than
105 31|        with my heart, while I only love Milady with my head," said
106 32|         with a young and impatient love. No; a more material interest
107 32|               One may see that you love your family, Madame Coquenard,"
108 33|     Artagnan became hourly more in love with Milady. Thus he never
109 33|          heaved a deep sigh. ~"You love my mistress, then, very
110 33|           was wounded in his SELF- love: he thought that it was
111 33|         thought that it was in his LOVE. ~"Poor dear Monsieur d'
112 33|           know what it is to be in love." ~"You know what it is
113 33|           know what it is to be in love?" said d'Artagnan, looking
114 33|        that my mistress will never love you." ~"How do you know
115 33|           Kitty, "it is not me you love! It is my mistress you love;
116 33|        love! It is my mistress you love; you told me so just now." ~"
117 33|         the young man, "is that in love, everyone for herself!" ~
118 33|   advantage to be derived from the love which Kitty had just confessed
119 33|           give you a proof of that love which you doubt?" ~"What
120 33|           which you doubt?" ~"What love?" asked the young girl. ~"
121 33|        that Madame loved him." ~"I love him? I detest him! An idiot,
122 33|          to you to tell you that I love you. Beware that I do not
123 33|     reading this billet. ~"Oh, you love her still," said Kitty,
124 33|         you are mistaken. I do not love her, but I will avenge myself
125 33|        know it is you alone whom I love." ~"How can I know that?" ~"
126 33|            no time for a prolonged love siege. ~"There," said the
127 33|        tell you." ~"Ah, you do not love me!" cried Kitty, "and I
128 34|            yet have happy days! My love, my blood, my life! all,
129 35|           his own protestations of love addressed to his happy rival.
130 35|            own, "I am happy in the love which your looks and your
131 35|        time we have met. I also--I love you. Oh, tomorrow, tomorrow,
132 35|             no! Keep that ring for love of me. Besides, in accepting
133 35|         gave it away in a night of love, as it has been given to
134 35|       taking his hand, "you know I love you; if I had a son I could
135 35|            I had a son I could not love him better. Take my advice,
136 35|          Her mistress was mad with love, intoxicated with joy. She
137 36|         with her enchantments. His love, which he believed to be
138 36|          strange smile. ~"Then you love me?" said she. ~"Have I
139 36|           replied Milady, "to true love." ~"Nothing, madame?" ~"
140 36|            Is she going to fall in love with me, by chance, this
141 36|         you would do to prove this love of which you speak." ~"All
142 36|        life belong to you, like my love." ~"Then," said Milady, "
143 36|            all that was meant. ~"I love your devotedness," said
144 36|        said Milady. ~"Alas, do you love nothing else in me?" asked
145 36|              asked d'Artagnan. ~"I love you also, YOU!" said she,
146 36|            attacked himself. ~"You love me, you!" cried he. "Oh,
147 36|           with joy, electrified by love. He almost believed in the
148 36|           which I ask of you, dear love." ~"But when I assure you
149 37|       madman, and that she did not love him at all. In an instant
150 37|            of an outraged woman in love, urged her to make a revelation;
151 37|      forever. This last thought of love counseled her to make this
152 37|    mistress, abandoning herself to love which she also seemed to
153 37|          You cannot think so, dear love!" replied d'Artagnan; "but
154 37|        That is, whether you really love me?" ~"I have given you
155 37|            you are satisfied of my love, you must, in your turn,
156 37|              Certainly; but if you love me as much as you say,"
157 37|           since you have ceased to love him. I think that a man
158 37|       punished by the loss of your love that he stands in need of
159 37|         too much fatuity, that you love another," said the young
160 37|            an end, "and since your love is mine, and I am satisfied
161 37|            the least doubt of your love I would not make it, but
162 37|         would not make it, but you love me, my beautiful mistress,
163 37|          Then if through excess of love I have rendered myself culpable
164 38|        instance." ~"My dear little love! In my country the ladies
165 38|        said Kitty, "I shall always love you." ~"Where the devil
166 38|             I also. I shall always love you; be sure of that. But
167 38|         Monsieur Chevalier, do you love that woman still?" ~"No,
168 38|            find me loving you as I love you today." ~"Dicers' oaths!"
169 39|          life or that of those who love you, do not speak a single
170 39|          life or that of those who love you, remain motionless,
171 39|           this woman, for whom his love was known? ~     ~ ~ ~ ~
172 41|          loved the queen. Was this love a simple political affair,
173 41|          great progress, either in love or fortune. As to love,
174 41|          in love or fortune. As to love, the only woman he could
175 41|        name of that young lady you love, and whom you perhaps believe
176 41|            is a young woman whom I love, and that I believed that
177 42|          had forgotten you were in love." ~"Well, but," said Aramis, "
178 44|          only that her Majesty can love the enemies of the king
179 44|          France?" ~"The duke is in love to madness, or rather to
180 44|        obtain a look from his lady love. If he becomes certain that
181 45|            off; it was you who, in love with de Wardes and thinking
182 45|           a faithful friend whom I love and defend, or I swear to
183 47|           consequently not being a love token, d'Artagnan may sell
184 48|          little seamstress, whom I love dearly and from whose hand
185 51|            into stone. Is being in love conspiring? You are in love
186 51|        love conspiring? You are in love with a woman whom the cardinal
187 52|            has deceived her in her love, humbled her in her pride,
188 55|            a heart furrowed by the love of heaven that burns, by
189 56|         fortune in exchange for my love. ~"All that the heart of
190 56|          women by force. You don't love me. With my usual fatuity
191 57|            Milady read in his eyes LOVE! LOVE! ~"Pardon for what?"
192 57|      Milady read in his eyes LOVE! LOVE! ~"Pardon for what?" asked
193 57|        chastity those treasures of love which were only concealed
194 57|     officer, who, intoxicated with love, anger, and voluptuous sensations
195 59|         life. This was because his love, so strange, so new, and
196 59|          generally whispered, your love for me is the concealed
197 59|           brow like a last kiss of love. ~At this moment the duke'
198 61|         detained in France by some love affair." ~"Ah," said Milady,
199 61|           whom he had taught me to love before I had seen you! Ah,
200 61|           of Milady. "Pardon me, I love him so much!" ~These two
201 63|        Athos, "weep, heart full of love, youth, and life! Alas,
202 66|          my lost honor, my defiled love, and my salvation forever
203 66|          you the murder of my poor love and your cruel vengeance