Chapter
1 1 | me. Where is he?" ~"In my wife's chamber, on the first
2 1 | hostelry, re-ascended to his wife's chamber, and found d'Artagnan
3 1 | host seized a spit, his wife a broom handle, and the
4 1 | his spit, and ordering his wife to do the same with her
5 4 | allow the property of his wife to be sported as a trophy." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "
6 7 | turning them, and whose wife was suspected of wishing
7 8 | and continued, "I have a wife who is seamstress to the
8 8 | citizen, "well, monsieur, my wife was abducted yesterday morning,
9 8 | And by whom was your wife abducted?" ~"I know nothing
10 8 | intrigues of her own that my wife has been arrested, but because
11 8 | understand!" ~"I know it from my wife, monsieur--from my wife
12 8 | wife, monsieur--from my wife herself." ~"Who learns it
13 8 | said d'Artagnan. ~"Now, my wife came home four days ago,
14 8 | the honor to tell you, my wife loves me dearly--my wife,
15 8 | wife loves me dearly--my wife, then, came and confided
16 8 | The devil! But your wife, monsieur, what has she
17 8 | have seen him?" ~"Yes, my wife pointed him out to me one
18 8 | day, as I was conveying my wife back to the Louvre, he was
19 8 | of the abduction of your wife?" ~"From Monsieur Laporte." ~"
20 8 | him. ~"'Do not seek your wife,'" read d'Artagnan; "'she
21 9 | man who had abducted the wife of his worthy landlord was
22 10| anything to you for his wife, or for any other person?
23 11| projects for the mercer's wife, he did not forget his friends.
24 11| again; the mercer's pretty wife had disappeared. ~D'Artagnan
25 11| known the mercer's pretty wife for three hours; that she
26 12| reputation of the little wife of a mercer? ~Once within
27 13| love with which his young wife had inspired him was a secondary
28 13| depths of hearts, "you have a wife?" ~"Yes, monsieur," replied
29 13| when I have waited for my wife at the wicket of the Louvre
30 13| know the ravisher of your wife." ~"But I have not told
31 13| misfortune is over my head; my wife must have committed some
32 13| entreat you!" ~"Where is your wife, in the first place?" ~"
33 13| you, she escaped." ~"My wife escaped!" cried Bonacieux. "
34 13| assist me in finding my wife. I believed I had a right
35 13| police who had arrested your wife, and has placed her beyond
36 13| you speak? It is not of my wife, I hope!" ~"On the contrary,
37 13| become worse by anything my wife does while I am in prison?" ~"
38 13| the world about what my wife had to do, that I am entirely
39 14| have conspired with your wife, with Madame de Chevreuse,
40 14| That's exactly what my wife said, monseigneur." ~"Do
41 14| know who carried off your wife?" ~"No, monsigneur." ~"You
42 14| longer have them." ~"Your wife has escaped. Did you know
43 14| what has become of your wife since her flight." ~"Absolutely,
44 14| me what has become of my wife?" ~"Perhaps he may; but
45 14| cardinal all you know of your wife's relations with Madame
46 14| When you went to fetch your wife from the Louvre, did you
47 14| The man who abducted my wife." ~The cardinal rang a second
48 14| deceive your Eminence!" ~"Your wife, in going to Rue de Vaugirard
49 14| Eminence is right. I told my wife several times that it was
50 14| made him a spy upon his wife." ~The Comte de Rochefort
51 16| submissive, and irreproachable wife. Allow me, then, sire, to
52 17| his house, informed his wife of his happy return, and
53 17| his happy return, and his wife had replied by congratulating
54 17| and advanced toward his wife with open arms. Madame Bonacieux
55 17| the little interest his wife showed in him. "Do you know
56 17| Rochefort; but the poor wife, who had reckoned on her
57 17| those who maltreat your wife and insult your queen?" ~"
58 17| who had never seen his wife in a passion, and who recoiled
59 17| avaricious, but he loved his wife. He was softened. A man
60 17| long bear malice with a wife of twenty-three. Mme. Bonacieux
61 17| to endeavor to obtain his wife's secrets. ~"It is of no
62 17| Bonacieux kissed his wife's hand, and set off at a
63 18| between the mercer and his wife. ~"The cardinal's," replied
64 18| conversation with you, that your wife mentioned no names?" ~"I
65 18| replied Bonacieux; "my wife adores me, and there is
66 21| be permitted to inform my wife?" said he. ~"Oh, you may
67 21| goldsmith, he wrote to his wife, sending her the order for
68 23| toward a husband whose pretty wife has appointed a meeting
69 23| to tell me that; and my wife, on her part, has sworn
70 25| possesses a young and pretty wife, he has no need to seek
71 25| at the abduction of his wife. ~A terrible inclination
72 25| besides, has such a pretty wife as yours." ~"Oh, Lord! no,"
73 25| Bonacieux knew where his wife was, one might, by extreme
74 25| he had accompanied his wife to the place of her confinement,
75 25| Why, she is the old wife of a procurator* of the
76 25| monsieur, procurator's wife or duchess, if she will
77 25| you say the procurator's wife is old and ugly?" ~"Fifty
78 25| mouth about the procurator's wife, and not to say a word of
79 26| wound or of his procurator's wife. Our Bernais was a prudent
80 27| 27. The Wife Of Athos~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "We
81 27| have asked for the best. My wife has perhaps requested permission
82 27| meantime the host and his wife hurried down with lamps
83 29| where the mercer's young wife was, but had promised to
84 29| hood was the procurator's wife of the Rue aux Ours, which
85 29| Chantilly, when the procurator's wife had proved so refractory
86 29| sermon over, the procurator's wife advanced toward the holy
87 29| hand in. The procurator's wife smiled, thinking that it
88 29| much for the procurator's wife; she doubted not there was
89 29| was only a procurator's wife, she contented herself saying
90 29| replied the procurator's wife; "but you did not perceive
91 29| said the procurator's wife, "will you have the kindness
92 29| arm of the procurator's wife, as a bark yields to the
93 29| cried the procurator's wife, when she was assured that
94 29| resumed the procurator's wife, with a sigh. ~"Well," responded
95 29| cried the procurator's wife, raising her eyes toward
96 29| murmured the procurator's wife, who began to feel that,
97 29| memory." ~The procurator's wife uttered a groan. ~"Besides,"
98 29| hundred." ~The procurator's wife shed a tear. ~"Monsieur
99 29| said the procurator's wife, slowly and sadly. ~Porthos
100 29| unpardonable." ~The procurator's wife was piqued. ~"Please to
101 29| strongbox of a procurator's wife though if may be, is better
102 29| that of the procurator's wife; "for if you are rich, Madame
103 29| replied the procurator's wife, who saw that she had gone
104 29| cried the procurator's wife, bursting into tears. ~"
105 29| said the procurator's wife. ~"I thought I had," said
106 29| cried the procurator's wife, in a transport that surprised
107 29| hand of the procurator's wife tenderly. ~"We are then
108 30| Porthos and the procurator's wife, and how their comrade was
109 30| character, the mercer's pretty wife had made a real impression
110 32| dinner of the procurator's wife. ~On the morrow he received
111 32| elegance--of the procurator's wife were about to open to his
112 32| unseasonable, the procurator's wife had been tolerably liberal--
113 32| clock, the procurator's wife had been on the watch ever
114 32| cried the procurator's wife. "Come in, come in, Monsieur
115 32| shame of the procurator's wife and his own regret, that
116 32| become the slave of his wife. ~The cousin was received
117 32| toward the procurator's wife. ~The hour of dinner soon
118 32| knee of the procurator's wife under the table, as it came
119 32| feet. ~The procurator's wife took Porthos into an adjoining
120 32| said the procurator's wife, groaning, "that unfortunate
121 32| by one. ~The procurator's wife waited tremblingly. ~"To
122 32| said the procurator's wife, with a sigh. ~Porthos smiled.
123 32| resumed the procurator's wife, hesitatingly; "but that
124 32| said the procurator's wife. ~"There remains the valise,"
125 32| replied the procurator's wife, in real innocence. ~"Ah,
126 32| was that the procurator's wife should give eight hundred
127 32| duty, and the procurator's wife was obliged to give place
128 33| of." ~"What, the mercer's wife of the Rue des Fossoyeurs?
129 34| meeting with the procurator's wife in the cloister of St. Magloire.
130 34| head of the procurator's wife. ~"Alas," said she, "I did
131 34| said the procurator's wife, seeking to excuse herself. ~"
132 34| cried the procurator's wife. "I have been wrong; I see
133 34| second step. The procurator's wife fancied she saw him in a
134 34| something." ~The procurator's wife hung upon the arm of Porthos,
135 38| nuptial present he made his wife, and it is magnificent.
136 38| d'Artagnan, "she is the wife of that frightful baboon
137 39| owed to his procurator's wife, and d'Artagnan on a horse
138 40| Ours. ~The procurator's wife saw him pass in his new
139 40| long as the procurator's wife could follow him with her
140 42| consequence." ~"Athos, she is your wife, I tell you," repeated d'
141 57| own honor and that of his wife.'" ~"Lord de Winter!" cried
142 63| of what had become of his wife, and caring very little
143 63| said Athos, "--she is my wife!" ~D'Artagnan smiled--for
144 67| of what had become of his wife, and caring very little
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