Chapter

 1 30|             I am Lord de Winter, Baron Sheffield." ~"Well, then,
 2 30|        am your servant, Monsieur Baron," said d'Artagnan, "though
 3 31|       sent his sword flying. The baron, finding himself disarmed,
 4 41|          this fight perished the Baron de Chantal; that the Baron
 5 41|       Baron de Chantal; that the Baron de Chantal left a little
 6 50|         she had recounted to the baron the selfish aversion toward
 7 50|        your friend?" replied the baron, negligently. "Ah, pardon!
 8 50|         Do I look so?" asked the baron, rising and going a step
 9 50|           she bounded toward the baron, who awaited her attack
10 50|        you, I imagine." ~And the baron pointed, with a slow and
11 50|        receive the orders of the baron. ~"Come in, my dear John,"
12 50|        entered. ~"Now," said the baron, "look at this woman. She
13 50| understand, John," continued the baron. "She is to correspond with
14 53|            It appears," said the baron, seating himself in the
15 54|       accursed woman!" cried the baron; "your prayer is so much
16 54|        the fatal prudence of the baron deprived me of, because
17 54|       darkened. "If he tells the baron," said she, "I am lost--
18 54|         she, "I am lost--for the baron, who knows very well that
19 55|          from the prisoner. ~The baron entered slowly, sending
20 55|     demanded a favor,?" said the baron, suspiciously. ~"Yes, my
21 55|      with vehemence, so that the baron might believe she was addressing
22 55|         head and reflected. ~The baron took the young officer by
23 55|     without being overheard. The baron has just related a frightful
24 56|          was signed, we say, the baron would make her embark immediately,
25 56|         wrath. ~"Well," said the baron, on leaving her "you will
26 57|        through the corridor. The baron, attracted by the noise,
27 58|          with the woman whom the baron had summoned to her assistance
28 58|         Felton, suspected by the baron, about to fail her at the
29 58|   horseback. She inquired if the baron was still at the castle.
30 58|          glance at the door; the baron had had a plank nailed over
31 58|      herself, but of killing the baron. ~At six o'clock Lord de
32 58|     leave." With these words the baron went out. Milady had listened
33 59|         pearls. ~"Why didn't the baron come himself?" demanded
34 59|         Lord," said Felton, "the Baron de Winter wrote to you the
35 59|          remorse," said he. "The baron knows, as well as myself,
36 59| commanding the sea; and then the baron hastened to the duke's chamber. ~
37 59|          Oh, my Lord!" cried the baron, "I shall never console
38 59|      leave us, I pray you." ~The baron went out sobbing. ~There
39 59|      Avenged yourself," said the baron. "Rather say that you have
40 59|         my Lord!" said he to the baron. ~"What?" asked his Lordship. ~"
41 59|        What o'clock is it?" ~The baron drew out his watch. "It
42 65|          me to the murder of the Baron de Wardes; but as no one
43 65|          Lord," said Athos. ~The baron came forward. ~"Before God
44 65|          voice. ~"Yes," said the baron, "assassinated. On receiving