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