Chapter

 1 1 |         the ground, covered with blood and almost fainting. ~It
 2 1 | faintness seized him, a cloud of blood passed over his eyes, and
 3 1 |     recommendation! or, the holy blood, I will spit you all like
 4 3 |        perhaps. Ah, if I knew! S'blood! Messieurs Musketeers, I
 5 3 |          bit their lips till the blood came, and grasped the hilts
 6 3 |       The best! A surgeon! Or, s'blood, my brave Athos will die!" ~
 7 3 |         simply caused by loss of blood. ~Then M. de Treville made
 8 3 |      from the cabinet crying, "S'blood, he shall not escape me
 9 5 |       else, if you please. Ah, s'blood, how you have hurt me! My
10 5 |    Artagnan drew his sword. ~The blood had mounted to the head
11 5 |       Monsieur with the sight of blood which he has not drawn from
12 5 |      always view with regret the blood of so brave a gentleman.
13 5 |          you?" cried Jussac. ~"S'blood; does that astonish you?" ~
14 5 |          sank upon his knee. ~"S'blood!" cried he to d'Artagnan, "
15 11|   betrayed, and ridiculed lover. Blood and anger mounted to his
16 15|       who has ten times shed his blood in your Majesty's service
17 16|     queen, in whom the imperious blood of Spain and Austria began
18 20|        made to get up again, the blood flowing from his eyes and
19 20|         lost only a few drops of blood. ~D'Artagnan was worn out
20 21|  something and the idea that the blood of his friends and himself
21 25|   insinuation of the bile in the blood, and which might, besides,
22 25|      infuse genuine balm into my blood. We have made considerable
23 26|          in the air to cause the blood to descend, "now, as you
24 26|         a gentleman born, and my blood is warm, as you may have
25 26|          tears as flies suck the blood of a wounded hart." ~"Alas,
26 27|      means, the last drop of its blood. "The image of devastation
27 30|       having lost almost all his blood. As I said, monsieur, Lubin
28 31|  pistoles; this time we risk our blood. One plays with anybody;
29 31|        not agreeable to her. The blood rose to her head, and her
30 31|         bitten her lips till the blood came. Those lips were magnificent;
31 32|    material interest stirred his blood. He was about at last to
32 34|          happy days! My love, my blood, my life! all, all, all,
33 41|       lose his strength with his blood. ~"And how do you know there
34 41|     sword a second time with the blood of a wretch like you, I
35 41|          leaving a long track of blood on the ground he passed
36 45|        his honor. His desire for blood returned, burning his brain
37 47|       men, covered with dirt and blood, fled along the hollow way,
38 53|          the sight of his odious blood, flowing beneath the ax
39 55|   passions which burned with the blood in the veins of the young
40 56|       sign my accusation with my blood, I will sign it.' ~"'Ah!'
41 57|        make England shed so much blood, who protects the Protestants
42 57|         I named; but be easy, no blood will flow." ~Milady perceived
43 57|       You are mistaken, my Lord, blood will flow; and may that
44 57|          will flow; and may that blood fall back on those who cause
45 57|        not the less stained with blood in a second. ~Milady fell
46 59|  rapidity of his walk heated his blood still more; the idea that
47 59|          livid, and stained with blood both on his hands and face,
48 59|           feebly, streaming with blood, and suppressing his agony
49 59|           still smoking with the blood spread over its blade. ~"
50 63|         biting his lips till the blood sprang to avoid sighing. ~"
51 64|         ground; slight stains of blood, which came from the wound
52 64|         discovered the stains of blood; like Athos, he had noted