Chapter

 1 2 |          his sword and his motto. Thanks to this double gift and
 2 2 |       that this cursed Rochefort, thanks to his disguise, had tricked
 3 2 |          the help of this spy and thanks to this correspondence,
 4 3 |       became still more imposing. Thanks to the sale of his horse,
 5 4 |          d'Artagnan, piqued, "and thanks to my eyes, I can see what
 6 6 |         upon his adversary, whom, thanks to his great youthfulness,
 7 6 |         himself." ~    ~ ~ ~ ~   "Thanks, sire, thanks," said the
 8 6 |                     Thanks, sire, thanks," said the duke; "but your
 9 6 |           expect someone at nine. Thanks for your devotedness, gentlemen.
10 7 |        fortune made, and returned thanks to heaven for having thrown
11 7 |        cloaks for Mousqueton, and thanks to a very intelligent tailor,
12 7 |          lackey was called Bazin. Thanks to the hopes which his master
13 8 |        Porthos succeeded him; and thanks to one of those disappearances
14 9 |         The officers were full of thanks, and took away their prey.
15 10|           my place; you owe me no thanks." ~"Oh, yes, monsieur, oh,
16 10|          devoted to you, and who, thanks to a password, would--" ~
17 11|         have business; a thousand thanks for your honorable company,
18 12|      Buckingham might have hoped. Thanks for those sweet words! Oh,
19 12|       sovereign, a hundred times, thanks!" ~"Oh, my Lord! You have
20 13|           clock in the afternoon, thanks to you, she escaped." ~"
21 18|      heard, as may be remembered, thanks to the broken boards, every
22 19|       authorize their journey." ~"Thanks, monsieur. You are a hundred
23 21|        precaution taken, and how, thanks to the devotion of his three
24 21|          thought so handsome; but thanks to the current of the stream
25 23|           terms: ~"There are many thanks to be offered to you, and
26 23|           who you are?" ~"No; but thanks to this diamond," replied
27 23|            a pleasant journey." ~"Thanks, monsieur." ~D'Artagnan
28 25|              Porthos~ ~ ~ ~ ~    "Thanks, Monsieur Bonacieux," said
29 25|          fish ponds. So that now, thanks be to God, we do not want,
30 26|          messenger, carelessly. ~"Thanks, d'Artagnan, thanks!" cried
31 26| carelessly. ~"Thanks, d'Artagnan, thanks!" cried Aramis, almost in
32 29|   circumstance to ogle the women. Thanks to the cares of Mousqueton,
33 32|            said Mme. Coquenard. ~"Thanks, madame!" said Porthos, "
34 36|          Don Japhet of Armenia. ~"Thanks, my brave friend!" cried
35 37|          yours, body and soul!" ~"Thanks, my brave lover; but as
36 39|           intimidated--or rather, thanks to a great pride natural
37 40|          Besides, you owe me some thanks. You must yourself have
38 41|           the diamond studs, had, thanks to the devotedness of the
39 41|          at the very moment when, thanks to the ray of the sun, he
40 41|         yourself in readiness." ~"Thanks, my captain!" replied d'
41 45|       said Richelieu, "receive my thanks for the good guard you have
42 51|     certain success might appear--thanks to the precautions taken,
43 51|      respects or offering you our thanks for the favor you have done
44 51|         the commission. My sister thanks you for your good and eternal
45 56|         my supper. In an instant, thanks to the lamp, my chamber
46 58|           the air of liberty! Ah, thanks, Felton, thanks!" ~The young
47 58|      liberty! Ah, thanks, Felton, thanks!" ~The young man pressed
48 63|          woman along by the arm. "Thanks to the garden, we yet can