Chapter

 1 1 |       him. ~"Another gasconade!" murmured the gentleman. "By my honor,
 2 1 |        disquieted. ~"The devil!" murmured he, between his teeth. "
 3 1 |             Yes, a base coward," murmured d'Artagnan; "but she--she
 4 3 |        It is he; it must be he!" murmured Treville. "I believed him
 5 3 |          devil take the madman!" murmured M. de Treville, "unless,"
 6 5 |        this is a clever fellow," murmured Athos. ~"And now you are
 7 6 |                Brave young man!" murmured the king. ~"Well, he did
 8 6 |          This is all very well," murmured the king, "yes, this is
 9 8 |           The devil! The devil!" murmured d'Artagnan; "all this is
10 10|      woman. ~"Madame Bonacieux!" murmured d'Artagnan. "Can I be so
11 10|        Pardon, gentlemen--par--" murmured the voice, which could now
12 11|         very fine, dear Aramis," murmured d'Artagnan. ~"Ah, Monsieur
13 11|   cleared up at a later period," murmured the young woman; "no, monsieur,
14 11|      Bravo, Athos! Noble heart!" murmured d'Artagnan. "I know him
15 12|       beautiful!" ~"What folly," murmured Anne of Austria, who had
16 12|        Chevreuse was not queen," murmured Anne of Austria, overcome,
17 13|                    That's true," murmured the commissary; "PARDIEU,
18 13|             Ah, my God, my God!" murmured the poor mercer, "now, indeed,
19 14|       head has never conspired," murmured he, "but it matters not;
20 14|        him. ~"To your Eminence!" murmured Bonacieux, rolling his eyes
21 15|         criminal." ~"The devil!" murmured the king; "what must be
22 17|         enchanted. ~"I am lost," murmured the queen, "lost!--for the
23 17|             Oh, my God, my God!" murmured the queen, whose teeth chattered
24 18|        done?" ~"My God, my God!" murmured the young woman, "ought
25 18|         Still another obstacle," murmured Mme. Bonacieux, sorrowfully. ~"
26 18|      personage." ~"The traitor!" murmured Mme. Bonacieux. ~"Silence!"
27 18|         yet time." ~"The ninny!" murmured Mme. Bonacieux. ~"Silence!"
28 20|   Gascony was a well of wisdom," murmured Athos; and the travelers
29 20|         others." ~"Brave Athos!" murmured d'Artagnan, "and to think
30 21|           Proud as a Scotsman,'" murmured the Duke of Buckingham. ~"
31 24|         our heads?" ~"In truth," murmured d'Artagnan, to whom M. de
32 24|  consideration." ~"Some lackey," murmured d'Artagnan. "Poor woman,
33 25|        That's Porthos all over," murmured d'Artagnan. ~     ~ ~ ~ ~
34 27|          If there is any left!'" murmured he. ~"What the devil! There
35 29|          But, Monsieur Porthos," murmured the procurator's wife, who
36 32|       poor legs! where are you?" murmured Coquenard, and he tried
37 32|         if I taste one of them!" murmured Porthos to himself, and
38 33|         The abominable creature" murmured d'Artagnan. ~"Silence, silence,
39 35|        loves him devilishly," he murmured. Then he went out. ~This
40 35|             Oh, my God, my God!" murmured Kitty, "he has not even
41 35|     woman is full of mysteries," murmured d'Artagnan to himself. At
42 35|          answer. ~"Be tranquil," murmured Milady; "I will avenge you--
43 38|    constancy niche itself next?" murmured Athos. ~"And I, also," said
44 41|            Ah, my poor friends!" murmured d'Artagnan; "where are you?
45 41|        wounded man. ~"Yes, yes!" murmured d'Artagnan; "that's the
46 42|           Frightful! frightful!" murmured Athos, while Porthos broke
47 44|        talk it over." ~"Milady!" murmured Athos. ~"I listen to your
48 45|      want?" cried she. ~"Humph," murmured Athos, "it is certainly
49 45|           The Comte de la Fere!" murmured Milady, becoming exceedingly
50 47|         my three brave fellows!" murmured the cardinal. "And the Guardsman?" ~"
51 52|          her face. At length she murmured, satisfied with herself, "
52 52|        will be a match for you!" murmured Milady, between her teeth; "
53 52|          corridor. ~"I am lost," murmured she; "I am lost! I am in
54 53|          I begin to see my way," murmured Milady, with a savage joy,
55 54|  yourself?" ~"I have told, sir," murmured Milady, lowering her voice,
56 55| Impossible, madame, impossible," murmured Felton, who felt to the
57 56|          to watch her." ~"Good!" murmured Milady; "the austere Puritan
58 56|   pleasantry, but his conscience murmured too loud for his mouth to
59 56|        his word." ~"Oh, my God!" murmured Felton. ~"You may retire,"
60 56|  preceding night." ~"Scoundrel!" murmured Felton. ~"Oh, yes, scoundrel!"
61 61|        was at a loss. ~"He, he!" murmured she; "can it be he?" And
62 63|         poor woman, poor woman!" murmured Athos, in a broken voice. ~
63 63|           Yes, yes! Help, help!" murmured Mme. Bonacieux; "help!" ~
64 65|           That is I! that is I!" murmured Milady, in extreme terror; "
65 66|         in peace!" ~"I am lost!" murmured Milady in English. "I must