Chapter

  1 2 |          if I were the esquire of poor Chalais, should pass a minute
  2 3 |           the sole resource of us poor Bearnese." ~"I had one,
  3 6 |      honor of the corps even, the poor young men are obliged to
  4 6 |         like so many furies, upon poor Bernajoux, and have not
  5 6 |           Now, Gascons are always poor, are they not?" ~"Sire,
  6 6 |       duke gave me of the affair. Poor cardinal! Seven men in two
  7 6 |            how fares it with that poor Jussac and that poor Bernajoux
  8 6 |         that poor Jussac and that poor Bernajoux of yours?" ~    ~ ~ ~ ~
  9 8 |         Majesty in order that our poor queen might at least have
 10 8 |         rendering justice to your poor queen, would be pleased
 11 9 |      promised me--" whispered the poor mercer. ~"We can only save
 12 10|           day after the arrest of poor Bonacieux, as Athos had
 13 10|   Artagnan turned toward her; the poor woman reclined where she
 14 10|         my God! What has he done? Poor dear man, he is innocence
 15 10|        his protection?" ~"Oh, no, poor dear man! I knew very well
 16 11|         the Rue des Fossoyeurs. ~"Poor Athos!" said he; "he will
 17 12|         been Madame de Chevreuse, poor Buckingham might have hoped.
 18 13|        fixing his hawk's eye upon poor Bonacieux, he bade him reflect
 19 13|          How is it possible for a poor mercer, who detests Huguenots
 20 13|     indifference which penetrated poor Bonacieux with horror. ~"
 21 13|         of a mountain," cried the poor questioner, who began to
 22 13|        God, my God!" murmured the poor mercer, "now, indeed, I
 23 13|       stopped. This was more than poor Bonacieux could endure,
 24 14|          presence they were. ~The poor mercer remained standing
 25 14|    poniards into the heart of the poor mercer. ~At the end of ten
 26 16|        The angel was a demon; the poor young girl had stolen the
 27 16|     entering this holy place, the poor penitent was unable to shut
 28 16|           was so rare a thing for poor Anne of Austria that at
 29 17|           such an effect upon the poor girl that she had never
 30 17|       Comte de Rochefort; but the poor wife, who had reckoned on
 31 17|           I, who have promised my poor mistress--ah, my God, my
 32 20|        giving half his cloak to a poor man. They ordered the lackeys
 33 20|        not in it." ~"They'll kill poor Porthos when he comes up,"
 34 20|          the window, they saw the poor lad lying senseless, with
 35 20|           as stiff as a rush; the poor lad's strength was almost
 36 23|          the incarceration of the poor man. M. Bonacieux, who was
 37 24|        the rheumatism makes but a poor servant, particularly to
 38 24|           garden connected with a poor cottage which was protected
 39 24|          to open it. As I am very poor and am not afraid of being
 40 24|             murmured d'Artagnan. "Poor woman, poor woman, what
 41 24|          d'Artagnan. "Poor woman, poor woman, what have they done
 42 25|          some intelligence of the poor young woman, whom they were
 43 25|         the disappearance of this poor woman, of which she is no
 44 25|     admiring the foresight of our poor father, who had taken the
 45 26|       misfortune had befallen the poor woman. For himself, he had
 46 26|         What do you mean by that? Poor lad! No, monsieur, he has
 47 26|         cried d'Artagnan, "is the poor fellow worse, then?" ~"No,
 48 26|             In fact, the dream of poor Bazin had always been to
 49 26|          nourish such ambition? A poor Musketeer, a beggar, an
 50 26|     horrible vegetables, and that poor kickshaw! Order a larded
 51 27|         cardinal." ~"Well, but my poor Bazin, reflect a little.
 52 27|         the two young men and the poor lackey descended. ~"Hold
 53 27|      delicacy of our era, and the poor with God's Seventh Commandment.
 54 27|       Well," thought d'Artagnan, "poor Athos is perhaps at this
 55 27|           balm for wounds; and my poor Grimaud here was obliged
 56 27|         are gentlemen, and I am a poor innkeeper. You will have
 57 28|            to the astonishment of poor Porthos; but when he was
 58 28|          nobly with regard to the poor lad; that is like a good
 59 29|         should come today to this poor church, buried in this vile
 60 29|           is obliged to bleed his poor clients to squeeze a few
 61 29|        Monsieur Porthos. Yes, the poor man may be expected to leave
 62 30|       said d'Artagnan; "I love my poor Constance more than ever,
 63 30|        said Planchet. "Why, it is poor Lubin, the lackey of the
 64 31|        hair imaginable!" ~"Ah, my poor d'Artagnan!" said Athos. ~"
 65 31|  attention to this persistence of poor Kitty. ~     ~ ~ ~ ~
 66 32|     departure." ~"Oh, my legs, my poor legs! where are you?" murmured
 67 32|     cousin very handsomely!" ~The poor fowl was thin, and covered
 68 32|         thought Porthos, "this is poor work. I respect old age,
 69 33|        that it was in his LOVE. ~"Poor dear Monsieur d'Artagnan,"
 70 33|           her a kiss at which the poor girl became as red as a
 71 33|    sacrificing, in intention, the poor girl in order to obtain
 72 33|       much, and so well, that the poor girl, who asked nothing
 73 33|           sort of a man from that poor Monsieur d'Artagnan." ~"
 74 33|           Mme. Bonacieux; but the poor girl swore upon the crucifix
 75 33|          very cross with her. The poor girl ventured a glance at
 76 33|        the following morning. The poor girl promised all her lover
 77 33|        from Milady. This time the poor girl did not even argue
 78 33|           is the count's reply." ~Poor Kitty became as pale as
 79 33|            This promise completed poor Kitty's consolation. ~     ~ ~ ~ ~
 80 34|            and bid him pray for a poor sinner." ~"This mendicant
 81 35|         graciously; but alas! the poor girl was so sad that she
 82 35|         pieces on the carpet. The poor girl, under the caresses
 83 35|        And to all these questions poor Kitty, forced to put on
 84 35|        suffered almost as much as poor Kitty, who at that very
 85 35|         had come; but she added, "Poor angel, whom that monster
 86 35|          for the following week. ~Poor Kitty hoped to speak a few
 87 35|           her a second night; and poor Kitty, pale and trembling,
 88 35|      Milady--the danger which the poor girl incurred in giving
 89 36|      death. ~D'Artagnan asked the poor girl what was the matter
 90 36|           before." ~Instinct made poor Kitty guess a part of what
 91 36|          you to my chamber." ~The poor girl almost fainted at hearing
 92 37|      toward Kitty's chamber. ~The poor girl, pale as death and
 93 37|             but now, suppose this poor Comte de Wardes were less
 94 37|            but I really pity this poor Comte de Wardes, since you
 95 38|         his habitual silence, the poor lad this time found his
 96 38|          and the naked sword, the poor devil perceived he had to
 97 38| never-failing cheerfulness raises poor souls in affliction. Well,
 98 38|    against the door, he found the poor girl, all in a tremble.
 99 38|         things, and I got away. ~"Poor dear girl! But what can
100 38|     interest we both take in this poor little Madame Bonacieux.
101 39|           for himself but for the poor woman who had evidently
102 39|        they intend to do with the poor creature, and how shall
103 40|     during the past half hour the poor woman had passed close to
104 41|         notice anything. ~"Ah, my poor friends!" murmured d'Artagnan; "
105 41|    discovered the prison in which poor Mme. Bonacieux was explaining
106 42|          him to drink it, for the poor devil had not yet recovered
107 42|         commit the corpse of this poor devil to your care. Let
108 42|          s true!" said Athos. "My poor friend, I had forgotten
109 46|            obeyed in silence; the poor lad had nearly come to the
110 47|       repugnance to fire on these poor devils of civilians." ~"
111 47|           to twist those of these poor devils of Huguenots, who
112 48|     livres!" cried Porthos. "That poor little diamond was worth
113 48|             I quite despair of my poor Michon; she will never write
114 51|           of the Carmelites; this poor child is quite resigned,
115 51|          they eat one another." ~"Poor fools!" said Athos, emptying
116 51|      enjoys, merited it no less, "poor fools! As if the Catholic
117 52|           be assured of that, you poor spoiled monk, you poor converted
118 52|        you poor spoiled monk, you poor converted soldier, who has
119 53|         live in the castle." ~The poor, senseless young man was
120 58|       actress as Milady. Thus the poor woman was completely the
121 58|           had begun to pervert my poor Felton. He was yielding
122 61|         said Milady; "oh, my God! Poor woman! I pity her, then." ~"
123 61|       interest, "I behold another poor victim?" ~"Alas, yes," said
124 61|      matter? Good God!" asked the poor woman, "have I said anything
125 61|    recognize you perfectly." ~The poor young woman could not possibly
126 62|        inspire confidence in that poor little Madame Bonacieux." ~"
127 63|           have any suspicion. The poor young woman was too pure
128 63|          Artagnan. "Water!" ~"Oh, poor woman, poor woman!" murmured
129 63|         Water!" ~"Oh, poor woman, poor woman!" murmured Athos,
130 65|           I had imprinted upon my poor brother. ~"The day after
131 65|           be again a prisoner. My poor brother was ignorant of
132 65|           honor and happiness, my poor brother returned to Lille,
133 66|       pardon you for the death of poor Felton; I pardon you for
134 66|       pardon you the murder of my poor love and your cruel vengeance