Chapter

 1 1 |        the future, he retired to bed and slept the sleep of the
 2 6 |          raise himself up in his bed; but he was too weak, and
 3 7 |     evening he made his master's bed, the chimeras of Planchet
 4 7 |         Planchet faded away. The bed was the only one in the
 5 7 |          coverlet taken from the bed of d'Artagnan, and which
 6 9 |      throwing his sword upon the bed, "this man must be the devil
 7 10|         who had not yet made the bed, was beginning his task,
 8 10|         as today, people went to bed early in the quarter of
 9 13|        made up his mind to go to bed, he heard steps in his corridor.
10 20|         d'Artagnan. ~"Here is my bed," replied Planchet, producing
11 21|         What do you desire?" ~"A bed, my Lord," replied d'Artagnan. "
12 23|  Monsieur's happiness, and go to bed?" ~"Yes, go." ~"May the
13 23|   mistress. At length he went to bed, fell asleep, and had golden
14 25|       cast a rapid glance at the bed. It had not been used. Bonacieux
15 25|         that confines him to his bed?" ~"Ah, and a master stroke,
16 25|         chamber. ~Porthos was in bed, and was playing a game
17 25|       dear Porthos, keeps you in bed?" ~"My God, that's all.
18 25|         strain confines me to my bed; but Mousqueton forages,
19 26|         he would have assumed in bed, and complacently examining
20 27|          he had found Porthos in bed with a strained knee, and
21 33|        we say; she never goes to bed before midnight,. ~D'Artagnan
22 33|    Monsieur d'Artagnan." ~"Go to bed, mademoiselle," said Milady; "
23 37|      chest, as she sprang out of bed. ~It was almost broad daylight. ~
24 40|         while he was holding his Bed of Justice. He had, not
25 41|         to follow as soon as his Bed of Justice had been held;
26 41|           but on rising from his Bed of Justice on the twenty-eighth
27 41|          man was approaching his bed for the purpose of stabbing
28 48|    beating the tattoo. Let us to bed!" ~And Athos went out of
29 48|          said d'Artagnan. "Go to bed, Planchet, and sleep soundly." ~"
30 50|      glide, a bigamist, into the bed of Lord de Winter, my brother.
31 52|      evening. Milady perceived a bed; she calculated that the
32 52|         her mind before going to bed. She had heard something
33 52|      return. ~Before she went to bed she had pondered, analyzed,
34 52| destroying." ~And Milady went to bed and fell asleep with a smile
35 53|         chamber she was still in bed. Felton remained in the
36 53|         and approaching Milady's bed, offered her services. ~
37 56|  authorized you to look into her bed." ~Felton blushed. Under
38 56|     recollect is that I awoke in bed in a round chamber, the
39 56|    undressed myself nor going to bed. Then by degrees the reality
40 56|          and threw myself on the bed, without parting with the
41 56|        dragged myself toward the bed, to seek the only defense
42 56|         dragged myself toward my bed, let my robe fall, and lay
43 56|       shadow which approached my bed." ~"Haste! haste!" said
44 58|       Left alone, she arose. The bed, which she had kept from
45 58|       wounded, burned her like a bed of fire. She cast a glance
46 58|      only shut the window. Go to bed, or at least lie down in
47 58|          her, to lie down on the bed. Amid the moaning of the
48 58|     again. ~Milady sprang out of bed and opened the window. Two
49 61|         in need of repose. Go to bed and sleep; at dinnertime
50 61|          the abbess, and went to bed, softly rocked by the ideas
51 61|       sounded at the foot of her bed. She opened her eyes, and
52 61|         novice, seeing Milady in bed, was about the follow the
53 61|         Milady remained still in bed, petrified by surprise;
54 61|         he?" And she remained in bed with her eyes fixed. ~"Alas,
55 61|             Milady sprang out of bed. ~"You are sure it is not