Chapter

 1 3 |         grasped the situation. ~"Pardon me," said he, smiling, "
 2 3 |          me," said he, smiling, "pardon me my dear compatriot, but
 3 8 |        more than ever. He cannot pardon her the history of the Saraband.
 4 8 |        by the word of Bonacieux. Pardon me for interrupting you,
 5 10|         could resist four men. ~"Pardon, gentlemen--par--" murmured
 6 10|      Besides," said d'Artagnan, "pardon me, madame, if, guardsman
 7 10|      visit at so late an hour. ~"Pardon me, monsieur," said d'Artagnan,
 8 11|     mistaken me for another, and pardon you." ~"You pardon me?"
 9 11|           and pardon you." ~"You pardon me?" cried d'Artagnan. ~"
10 11|         a sudden idea, "my Lord! Pardon me, monsieur, but you are
11 11|          it is to love, my Lord. Pardon me, and then tell me how
12 13|          appears, and I ask your pardon." ~"And what did Monsieur
13 14|          a hundred pistoles, and pardon me." ~"I pardon you, monseigneur!"
14 14|    pistoles, and pardon me." ~"I pardon you, monseigneur!" said
15 14|      have the least word to say. Pardon you, monseigneur! You cannot
16 15|       say and interrupted him: ~"Pardon me," said he; "but the instant
17 15|         you possess the right of pardon." ~"The right of pardoning
18 16|          cardinal, who could not pardon her for having repulsed
19 16|  indignity!" ~"Be kind enough to pardon me, madame; but in this
20 17|          and on that condition I pardon everything, I forget everything;
21 17|   messenger to send to London. ~"Pardon me for quitting you, my
22 18|        betray me, and my enemies pardon me, I will kill myself,
23 19|         his voice, "and you will pardon me, I hope, for having disturbed
24 25|  probability into a certainty. ~"Pardon, my dear Monsieur Bonacieux,
25 26|       hurry to see him again." ~"Pardon, monsieur, but I doubt whether
26 26|        in some garrison? Fie!" ~"Pardon, my dear Aramis, but I thought
27 27|          of this word COINERs. ~"Pardon me, monseigneur, for saying
28 27|       see. Monsieur your friend (pardon for not calling him by the
29 27|         wrong. I confess it, but pardon to every sin! You are gentlemen,
30 31|         his sister to obtain his pardon. ~D'Artagnan exchanged a
31 31|  blushing to the eyes, asked his pardon for having touched him in
32 31|          voice so sweet that the pardon was granted instantly. ~
33 33|         of spirit may obtain his pardon. ~d'Artagnan colored and
34 33|         of spirit may obtain his pardon. I will come and ask mine
35 34|       the Duchesse de--but, your pardon; my master has commanded
36 34|        you talk, my dear." ~"You pardon me?" ~"We shall see," said
37 37|    culpable toward you, you will pardon me?" ~"Perhaps." ~D'Artagnan
38 37|      India linen, to implore her pardon; but she, with a strong
39 41|          me!" cried the bandit. "Pardon, pardon, my officer, and
40 41|       cried the bandit. "Pardon, pardon, my officer, and I will
41 41|  accepted it, and I grant you my pardon; but upon one condition." ~"
42 41|         hand." ~     ~ ~ ~ ~    "Pardon, monsieur; pity! In the
43 42|        frightful! You pretend to pardon me, and you poison me!" ~"
44 43|       and advanced alone. ~"Your pardon, my officer," said Athos; "
45 46|           I warn you, I will not pardon you for making me come here
46 50|         baron, negligently. "Ah, pardon! I thought so; but we will
47 53|          voice?" said he. ~"Your pardon, sir," said Milady, with
48 53|       wishing to do so, I swear. Pardon me, then, a fault which
49 54|   meekness of gesture and tone, "pardon this man, as I myself pardon
50 54|     pardon this man, as I myself pardon him." ~"Yes, pray, accursed
51 54|          of a man who will never pardon you!" and he went out. ~
52 56|       for I hoped that God would pardon me my suicide. ~"The second
53 57|         beauty alone remained. ~"Pardon! Pardon!" cried Felton, "
54 57|        alone remained. ~"Pardon! Pardon!" cried Felton, "oh, pardon!" ~
55 57|      Pardon!" cried Felton, "oh, pardon!" ~Milady read in his eyes
56 57|        in his eyes LOVE! LOVE! ~"Pardon for what?" asked she. ~"
57 57|          for what?" asked she. ~"Pardon me for having joined with
58 59|       and prepared to sign it. ~"Pardon, my Lord," said Felton,
59 59|             What do you say? God pardon me!" cried Buckingham, "
60 61|          countenance, she said, "Pardon me, madame; you know him
61 61|        and devoted friend. ~"Oh, pardon me, pardon me!" cried she,
62 61|         friend. ~"Oh, pardon me, pardon me!" cried she, sinking
63 61|        the shoulders of Milady. "Pardon me, I love him so much!" ~
64 63|            said Mme. Bonacieux, "pardon me for interrupting you;
65 65|        room. ~"Oh, grace, grace, pardon!" cried the wretch, falling
66 66|          step toward Milady. ~"I pardon you," said he, "the ill
67 66|          ill you have done me. I pardon you for my blasted future,
68 66|        advanced in his turn. ~"I pardon you," said he, "for the
69 66|        Grace, Lord Buckingham. I pardon you for the death of poor
70 66|          death of poor Felton; I pardon you for the attempts upon
71 66|         I," said M. d'Artagnan. "Pardon me, madame, for having by
72 66|       anger; and I, in exchange, pardon you the murder of my poor
73 66|          vengeance against me. I pardon you, and I weep for you.
74 67|         Eminence that he had his pardon in his pocket. I content
75 67| monseigneur; I am ready." ~"Your pardon?" said Richelieu, surprised. ~"