Chapter

 1 1 |     his elbow, and knitted his brow like a man disquieted. ~"
 2 1 |     the stranger, knitting his brow. ~    ~ ~ ~ ~   "No; before
 3 3 |   silence, and with a frowning brow, the whole length of his
 4 5 |        a cloud passed over the brow of Athos, a haughty smile
 5 6 |    time his companions saw his brow become darker. ~"Had his
 6 9 |        Artagnan enter with his brow covered with perspiration
 7 9 |     this speech of Aramis, the brow of Athos became clouded
 8 14|    with piercing eyes, a large brow, and a thin face, which
 9 15|          said Treville, with a brow flushed with anger. ~"No,
10 22|       A cold sweat covered the brow of the cardinal. ~The ballet
11 23|   slight shade passed over the brow of Bonacieux, but so slight
12 27|      idea, while darkening his brow, drew several sighs from
13 27|     marked constriction of the brow and by a deeper sadness. ~
14 31|  visible cloud passed over her brow, and so peculiar a smile
15 32|    smooth the yellow, wrinkled brow of the old procurator; to
16 33|        broke from d'Artagnan's brow. Why, this woman was a monster!
17 35|        across the usually calm brow of this gentleman. ~"It
18 43|     the cardinal, knitting his brow. ~"My friend, Aramis, here,
19 48|       passed his hand over his brow to remove the drops of perspiration
20 49|       nothing but obstinacy; a brow a little receding, as is
21 50|      cold sweat burst from the brow of Milady. ~"You jest!"
22 51|  continued Athos, knitting his brow, for this sort of investigation
23 51|     the cardinal, knitting his brow in his turn, "the secret
24 52| flowers she was to wear on her brow at the next festival. ~     ~ ~ ~ ~
25 53|     extreme simplicity, by the brow polished like marble and
26 54|       you are mine!" ~Then her brow darkened. "If he tells the
27 55|       night. Nevertheless, his brow was armed with a severity
28 55|     passing his hands over his brow, covered with sweat, as
29 56|       the sweat start from his brow. ~"You promised to bring
30 56|        the dew of fear upon my brow. ~"No doubt some invisible
31 57|        clouds which pressed my brow, which veiled my eyes; this
32 58|     swept along disheveled her brow, as it bowed the branches
33 58|     with a cold sweat upon her brow, and her heart oppressed
34 59|        effects of a fever; his brow was more pale than it generally
35 59|       remained engraved on his brow like a last kiss of love. ~
36 59|        a shade over the pallid brow of Felton. At every noise
37 60|       an with the sweat on his brow, "it is he! let me overtake
38 61|       the rampart of that pure brow, behind those brilliant
39 63|   sweat burst from her burning brow. ~At length she heard the
40 63|      the sweat rolled from her brow. ~     ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
41 65|       trickle over his burning brow and over his body, agitated
42 67|       dull and indisposed; his brow was not one of those that
43 67|      time raised his expansive brow; a flash kindled in his
44 67|      added Athos, knitting his brow, "Monsieur d'Artagnan shall
45 67|          His Eminence bent his brow, stopped for an instant,