Chapter

 1 1 |         of consequences, with the help of his servants carried
 2 1 | descending to the kitchen without help, asked, among other ingredients
 3 2 |          freely; but he could not help observing that they turned
 4 2 |            a rascal-has, with the help of this spy and thanks to
 5 3 |           forgotten you. But what help is there for it! A captain
 6 5 |       died rather than appeal for help; but he could look, and
 7 9 |  unfortunate fellow who cried for help to be arrested in their
 8 10|         of my abduction, with the help of the sheets I let myself
 9 12|        had to reply, I called for help." ~"Yes, yes, that is true.
10 14|        other. At length, with the help of his two hands he lifted
11 16|          The count flew to her to help, and as she appeared to
12 20|       loud cries and screamed for help with all his might. ~Planchet
13 23|         that d'Artagnan could not help perceiving it, and asked
14 24|  uneasiness. D'Artagnan could not help perceiving that something
15 24|           screamed, and cried for help; but her cries were soon
16 33|         my rival." ~"I will never help you in that, Monsieur Chevalier,"
17 35|         and I wished to bring her help," responded the maid, frightened
18 38|         it must be an assassin. ~"Help! murder! help!" cried he. ~"
19 38|         assassin. ~"Help! murder! help!" cried he. ~"Hold your
20 38|       please, Monsieur Chevalier. Help me out of Paris; help me
21 38|  Chevalier. Help me out of Paris; help me out of France!" ~"I cannot
22 45|           also know that with the help of God men have often conquered
23 47|      suspecting us, for, with the help of God, we shall henceforth
24 47|      Artagnan, made him offers of help, as this change would entail
25 49|         too much," cried Milady. "Help! help!" ~No voice replied
26 49|       much," cried Milady. "Help! help!" ~No voice replied to hers;
27 50|         herself, Milady could not help starting; and as in pronouncing
28 55|          and this fellow who will help me to avenge myself." ~     ~ ~ ~ ~
29 56|           the window and call for help, but my legs refused their
30 58|         at her window, and by the help of a flash of lightning
31 59|               Never." ~"Never?" ~"Help!" shouted the duke; and
32 61|         was of herself, could not help uttering a cry, seizing
33 61|           if you stand in need of help?" ~"That is to say," stammered
34 61|          this moment? How could I help being astonished when, without
35 63|           swims! I cannot see!" ~"Help, help, my friends! her hands
36 63|            I cannot see!" ~"Help, help, my friends! her hands are
37 63|           Porthos was calling for help with all the power of his
38 63|         Aramis! Porthos! Call for help!" ~"Useless!" said Athos, "
39 63|         no antidote." ~"Yes, yes! Help, help!" murmured Mme. Bonacieux; "
40 63|      antidote." ~"Yes, yes! Help, help!" murmured Mme. Bonacieux; "
41 63|         murmured Mme. Bonacieux; "help!" ~Then, collecting all
42 65|         apparition! It is not he! Help, help!" screamed she, turning
43 65|   apparition! It is not he! Help, help!" screamed she, turning