Chapter

 1 25|        she is the old wife of a procurator* of the Chatelet, monsieur,
 2 25|                   Oh, monsieur, procurator's wife or duchess, if she
 3 25|         post." ~"Do you say the procurator's wife is old and ugly?" ~"
 4 25|        open his mouth about the procurator's wife, and not to say a
 5 26|  Porthos of his wound or of his procurator's wife. Our Bernais was
 6 28|        procurator--" ~This word PROCURATOR roused Porthos. "Stop,"
 7 29|       of the black hood was the procurator's wife of the Rue aux Ours,
 8 29|   defeat of Chantilly, when the procurator's wife had proved so refractory
 9 29| chimeras? ~The sermon over, the procurator's wife advanced toward the
10 29|   dipped his whole hand in. The procurator's wife smiled, thinking
11 29|       This was too much for the procurator's wife; she doubted not
12 29|  fainted; but as she was only a procurator's wife, she contented herself
13 29|          monsieur," replied the procurator's wife; "but you did not
14 29|     Monsieur Porthos," said the procurator's wife, "will you have the
15 29|      pressure of the arm of the procurator's wife, as a bark yields
16 29|    Monsieur Porthos," cried the procurator's wife, when she was assured
17 29|  Monsieur Porthos!" resumed the procurator's wife, with a sigh. ~"Well,"
18 29|  quickly men forget!" cried the procurator's wife, raising her eyes
19 29| Monsieur Porthos," murmured the procurator's wife, who began to feel
20 29|    engraved in my memory." ~The procurator's wife uttered a groan. ~"
21 29|       me fifteen hundred." ~The procurator's wife shed a tear. ~"Monsieur
22 29|       longer love me!" said the procurator's wife, slowly and sadly. ~
23 29|    would be unpardonable." ~The procurator's wife was piqued. ~"Please
24 29|   strongbox, the strongbox of a procurator's wife though if may be,
25 29|        his arm from that of the procurator's wife; "for if you are
26 29|         said rich," replied the procurator's wife, who saw that she
27 29|         such things!" cried the procurator's wife, bursting into tears. ~"
28 29|     Monsieur Porthos?" said the procurator's wife. ~"I thought I had,"
29 29|       You have some!" cried the procurator's wife, in a transport that
30 29|       squeezing the hand of the procurator's wife tenderly. ~"We are
31 30|         between Porthos and the procurator's wife, and how their comrade
32 32|                           32. A Procurator's Dinner~ ~ ~ ~ ~    However
33 32|        forget the dinner of the procurator's wife. ~On the morrow he
34 32|        without elegance--of the procurator's wife were about to open
35 32|        wrinkled brow of the old procurator; to pluck the clerks a little
36 32|    found very unseasonable, the procurator's wife had been tolerably
37 32|         be it understood, for a procurator's wife--he hoped to see
38 32|         before one o'clock, the procurator's wife had been on the watch
39 32|        is my cousin!" cried the procurator's wife. "Come in, come in,
40 32|       reached the office of the procurator after having passed through
41 32|    himself, to the shame of the procurator's wife and his own regret,
42 32|  sanctuary of good living. ~The procurator had without doubt been warned
43 32|     Monsieur Porthos?" said the procurator, rising, yet supporting
44 32|       had been felt, the worthy procurator had nearly become the slave
45 32|      side, I believe?" said the procurator, maliciously. ~Porthos did
46 32|       knew that a simple-minded procurator was a very rare variety
47 32|        the Musketeer toward the procurator's wife. ~The hour of dinner
48 32|     Madame Coquenard," said the procurator, with a smile that was almost
49 32|         he felt the knee of the procurator's wife under the table,
50 32|      keep his countenance. ~The procurator repeated several times, "
51 32|    clerks. Upon a look from the procurator, accompanied by a smile
52 32| digestion by working," said the procurator, gravely. ~The clerks gone,
53 32|     that same locality; but the procurator would listen to nothing,
54 32|        he placed his feet. ~The procurator's wife took Porthos into
55 32|          That's true," said the procurator's wife, groaning, "that
56 32|    taking them one by one. ~The procurator's wife waited tremblingly. ~"
57 32|       hundred livres," said the procurator's wife, with a sigh. ~Porthos
58 32|       your lackey?" resumed the procurator's wife, hesitatingly; "but
59 32|         Be satisfied," said the procurator's wife. ~"There remains
60 32|       it is empty," replied the procurator's wife, in real innocence. ~"
61 32|        the sitting was that the procurator's wife should give eight
62 32|       commands of duty, and the procurator's wife was obliged to give
63 34|      mule to the knocker of the procurator's door; then, without taking
64 34|       fall the knocker that the procurator ordered his errand boy to
65 34|    appointed a meeting with the procurator's wife in the cloister of
66 34|   cloister of St. Magloire. The procurator, seeing he was going, invited
67 34|      upon the bowed head of the procurator's wife. ~"Alas," said she, "
68 34|     Monsieur Porthos," said the procurator's wife, seeking to excuse
69 34|    Monsieur Porthos!" cried the procurator's wife. "I have been wrong;
70 34|    retreated a second step. The procurator's wife fancied she saw him
71 34|        you for something." ~The procurator's wife hung upon the arm
72 39|       on a horse he owed to his procurator's wife, and d'Artagnan on
73 40|       in the Rue aux Ours. ~The procurator's wife saw him pass in his
74 40|   heartrending. ~As long as the procurator's wife could follow him