Chapter

 1 1 |         furious gesture. ~"I say, sir, you sir, who are hiding
 2 1 |        gesture. ~"I say, sir, you sir, who are hiding yourself
 3 1 |           that shutter--yes, you, sir, tell me what you are laughing
 4 1 |          was not speaking to you, sir." ~"But I am speaking to
 5 1 |             I do not often laugh, sir," replied the stranger, "
 6 1 |         displeases me!" ~"Indeed, sir," continued the stranger,
 7 1 |          have told you this, good sir," resumed the host, "in
 8 2 |         by Athos. As to you, good sir, you wear too magnificent
 9 3 |          a moment's silence, "no, sir, we do not." ~"But I hope
10 3 |           it may be the smallpox, sir," replied Porthos, desirous
11 3 |     Killed him, or poniarded him, sir, as is most agreeable to
12 3 |          I perceive." ~"But pray, sir," continued Aramis, who,
13 3 |             You have sent for me, sir," said Athos to M. de Treville,
14 3 |           this reception. ~"Alas, sir," said he, "I cannot but
15 3 |           Bearnese." ~"I had one, sir, and, thank God, such as
16 3 |        name, then, aloud?" ~"Yes, sir, I certainly committed that
17 3 |            that is he; how is it, sir, that you are acquainted
18 3 |         still at Brussels." ~"Oh, sir, if you know who this man
19 3 |           much the better for me, sir, if you speak to me, as
20 3 |           young gentleman?" ~"No, sir," said d'Artagnan; "and
21 4 |        you were deceived, my dear sir," replied Aramis, coldly,
22 5 |        you would be cured-- well, sir, it would still do me a
23 48|          speak correctly: London, sir, if you please, and my master,
24 49|          hesitated. "Who are you, sir," asked she, "who has the
25 49|         But I am not a foreigner, sir," said she, with an accent
26 49|          I will follow you, then, sir." ~Accepting the hand of
27 49|        are no longer in the city, sir," said she. ~The young officer
28 49|          I beg you to understand, sir, I will go no farther unless
29 49|            In the name of heaven, sir, tell me if it is to you,
30 49|           Then you don't know me, sir?" ~"It is the first time
31 49|   conscience and your politeness, sir, are the guarantees of that." ~
32 49|            In the name of heaven, sir," cried she, "what means
33 50|           be possible?" ~"Indeed, sir," said Milady, "you must
34 52|         presence." ~"I thank you, sir," replied the prisoner,
35 53|           no!" cried Milady; "no, sir, do not call him, I conjure
36 53|         of the young officer, "I, sir? MY MASS? Lord de Winter,
37 53|    apostasy!" ~"What do you mean, sir!" ~"I mean to say that since
38 53|           said he. ~"Your pardon, sir," said Milady, with mildness. "
39 54|           you know I was praying, sir?" said Milady, in a voice
40 54|         sobs. "You were deceived, sir; I was not praying." ~"Do
41 54|       guilty! Say I am condemned, sir, if you please; but you
42 54| despairing woman. You are abused, sir; but that is not the question.
43 54|     pretend not to understand me, sir!" replied the prisoner,
44 54|         of him and stopped him. ~"Sir," cried she, "be kind, be
45 54|         yourself?" ~"I have told, sir," murmured Milady, lowering
46 54|         accompanied the supper. ~"Sir," said Milady, "is your
47 54|               And I reply to you, sir, that this abuse of power,
48 55|         and dishonor, believe me, sir," replied Milady, in a tone
49 55|        them to my persecutor? No, sir. Besides, of what importance
50 57|             But, my Lord--" ~"Go, sir, I command you!" ~At this
51 59|         went out. ~"We are alone, sir," said Buckingham; "speak!" ~"
52 59|        Charlotte Backson." ~"Yes, sir; and I answered him, to
53 59|         this young woman?" ~"Yes, sir, I know it," replied the
54 59|         haughtily. ~"Do you know, sir, that you are asking me
55 59|          dishonored." ~"Withdraw, sir," said Buckingham, "or I