Chapter

 1 1 |             languishing eyes, rosy lips, and hands of alabaster.
 2 3 |         their feet; they bit their lips till the blood came, and
 3 5 |            sly smile pass over the lips of the young Gascon as he
 4 5 |          saw a second smile on the lips of d'Artagnan. ~"Indeed?"
 5 7 |           a simple movement of his lips. He never spoke to him,
 6 9 |      became clouded and he bit his lips. ~"It is not Madame Bonacieux
 7 9 |            Porthos, protruding his lips with contempt. ~"She is
 8 10| imperceptible, stole over the rosy lips of the pretty young woman. ~"
 9 12|             Buckingham pressed his lips passionately to that beautiful
10 14|            a smile played upon his lips, and he said, offering his
11 15|           the cardinal, biting his lips with anger. ~"Athos, then,
12 16|         word which had died on the lips of the king. ~"He should
13 22|       terrible joy passed over his lips; the queen did not wear
14 22|           it respectfully with his lips. Then the hand was withdrawn,
15 22|          placing her hand upon his lips; "silence, and go the same
16 24|      unpleasant in the play of his lips." ~"What the devil makes
17 29|        black hood, for she bit her lips till they bled, scratched
18 29|            fingers placed upon the lips, little assassinating smiles,
19 31|        Aramis by a movement of his lips endorsed Athos. ~"Then,"
20 31|            smile appeared upon her lips that the young man, who
21 31|            that she had bitten her lips till the blood came. Those
22 31|         till the blood came. Those lips were magnificent; they might
23 31|            twice or thrice bit her lips; she had to deal with a
24 32|            things. Porthos bit his lips because he saw not the wherewithal
25 36|      cheeks, and vermillion to her lips. D'Artagnan was again in
26 36|            no effort to remove her lips from his kisses; only she
27 36|           not respond to them. Her lips were cold; it appeared to
28 37|        sweetest smile to touch his lips to Milady's, but she evaded
29 37|         cheeks, and those bleeding lips. He recoiled to the other
30 42|       first glass of wine to their lips, when all at once the cannon
31 42|            placing a finger on his lips. "I believe her to be a
32 45|   incredulity passed over the pale lips of Milady. ~"Listen! It
33 47|         was lifting a glass to his lips; but at the name of Milady,
34 51|         his mustache, and even his lips a little. ~"Do you know
35 52|       asleep with a smile upon her lips. Anyone who had seen her
36 53|            charming smile upon her lips. ~She slept as a prisoner
37 53|            presented itself to her lips: ~"I?" said she, with an
38 54|            about to speak; but his lips moved without any sound
39 54|           about to escape from his lips, and went out. Toward midday,
40 55|           savage contempt upon her lips, and repeated, blaspheming,
41 56|       bitter smile passed over her lips. ~"Finally," said Felton, "
42 56|         soul seemed to hang on her lips, took in this strange recital. "
43 56|         even, I felt a smile on my lips. Felton, I dare not tell
44 57|             cried he, pressing his lips to those of the prisoner. ~
45 58|            smile of disdain on her lips, but rage in her heart. ~
46 63|         touched the glass with her lips. ~"Come, come!" said Milady,
47 63|       moment the glass touched her lips, her hand remained suspended;
48 63|           she put the glass to the lips of the young woman, who
49 63|              said Athos biting his lips till the blood sprang to
50 63|            sobbing cry pressed her lips to his. ~"Constance, Constance!"
51 63|        dwelt for an instant on the lips of d'Artagnan. That sigh
52 65|          putting his finger on his lips. ~Athos recognized Grimaud. ~"
53 65|     sinister smile passed over the lips of Athos. He was not deceived;
54 67|       bitter smile passed over his lips, then, like his comrades,
55 67|      greeted each other with their lips; but the cardinal was there,