Chapter

 1 6 |        indeed, monsieur! Upon my soul, everything degenerates;
 2 11|        friend's house. But on my soul, it looks so. Ah, my dear
 3 17|        the Louvre; she had not a soul in the world in whom she
 4 17|         your Majesty's, body and soul, and however far I may be
 5 17|   falling on her knees; "upon my soul, I am ready to die for your
 6 17|          sell yourself, body and soul, to the demon, the devil,
 7 18|           your captain?" ~"By my soul, you had made me forget
 8 25|        assure you. Your friend's soul must stick tight to his
 9 26|   service in which, he said, his soul was in constant jeopardy. ~
10 26| benefited by it, be assured your soul will." ~"And so, Aramis,
11 27|          balls in my body. On my soul, handsome stirrups! HOLA,
12 27|          he would allow a single soul of us to set foot in the
13 31|        that he belonged body and soul to the king; which would
14 33|         read to the bottom of my soul!" ~D'Artagnan looked at
15 33|       read to the bottom of your soul when-ever you like; don'
16 33|      once. She belonged body and soul to her handsome soldier. ~
17 35|         were abysses in Milady's soul whose depths were dark and
18 37|         And I am yours, body and soul!" ~"Thanks, my brave lover;
19 38|         don't laugh, for upon my soul, it's no laughing matter!" ~
20 38|       You are right; and upon my soul, I would give my life for
21 40|      conscious of a greatness of soul in your Eminence that makes
22 40|         to a secret voice of his soul, which told him that great
23 45|     effaced the stains from your soul nor the brand from your
24 45|      cardinal signed; or upon my soul, I will blow your brains
25 49|    allowing him thus to read her soul; she collected her features,
26 51|     without the salvation of her soul being in danger. Nevertheless,
27 52|          of placing that manlike soul in that frail and delicate
28 52|           a spark of pity in his soul; of that spark I will make
29 53|      enchantress threw her whole soul, completed the trouble which
30 55|         of him who would kill my soul." ~"But I repeat it again
31 55|        every night, crying to my soul, which cannot sleep: 'Strike,
32 56|   murmuring in the depths of her soul the name of Felton--the
33 56|        heaped upon me, and as my soul was not subdued they wished
34 56|         the young officer, whose soul seemed to hang on her lips,
35 56|       threatened me; was that my soul, if I may say so, waked
36 57|          will I spare him." ~The soul of Milady was bathed in
37 57|         whole thought, his whole soul. ~He found himself face
38 61|       whom he loves with all his soul, you whom he had taught
39 63|          instant as if her whole soul passed into that look, and
40 63|      Artagnan. That sigh was the soul, so chaste and so loving,