Chapter

 1 12|            was it not, and with a knife?" interrupted Buckingham. ~"
 2 12|         the left side, and with a knife. Who can possibly have told
 3 44|    Eminence means, I presume, the knife stab in the Rue de la Feronnerie?" ~"
 4 44|        woman, who would place the knife of Jacques Clement or of
 5 52|           saw the glittering of a knife, rushed toward it and clutched
 6 52|         see what I told you? That knife was for you, my lad; she
 7 52|          had listened to you, the knife would have been pointed
 8 52|         she knows how to handle a knife." ~In fact, Milady still
 9 52|            and even her will. The knife fell to the ground. ~"You
10 54|         listen to my prayer! That knife, which the fatal prudence
11 54|          hear me to the end! that knife, give it to me for a minute
12 54|          perhaps! One minute that knife, one minute, a single minute,
13 54|        place me before him with a knife in my hand, and he will
14 55|         asked Lord de Winter. ~"A knife, which she would return
15 55|          is more certain than the knife." ~Felton grew pale, and
16 56|           You promised to bring a knife, and to leave it with me
17 56|          not talk." ~"Here is the knife," said Felton, drawing from
18 56|           said she, returning the knife to the young officer, "this
19 56|      toward the table, I seized a knife, I placed it to my breast. ~"
20 56| disappeared, only I had still the knife in my hand. ~"This knife
21 56|          knife in my hand. ~"This knife was my only hope. ~"I was
22 56|     parting with the emancipating knife, which I concealed under
23 56|     defense I had left--my saving knife; but I could not reach the
24 56|           under my pillow for the knife I had not been able to reach;
25 56|   expiation. ~"But on taking this knife, Felton, a terrible idea
26 56|        and lay down. ~"I found my knife where I had placed it, under
27 56|          I gathered myself up, my knife in my hand, and when I saw
28 56|          with a coat-of-mail; the knife was bent against it. ~"'
29 57|         die. Felton, give me that knife!" ~And at these words, as
30 57|        the table, and seizing the knife which Felton had laid down,
31 57|   exclaimed Felton, on seeing the knife glitter in her hand. ~At
32 57|         stabbed herself. ~But the knife had fortunately, we ought
33 57|          Felton snatched away the knife. ~"See, my Lord," said he,
34 57|          in going out, he put the knife into his bosom. ~As to Lord
35 58|         iron cage. CERTES, if the knife had been left in her power,
36 59|           to draw it. He held the knife with which Milady had stabbed
37 59|           moment, and plunged the knife into his side up to the
38 59|       death, encountered only the knife which had fallen from the
39 59|         you will add to them this knife," said the duke, pressing
40 59|     silver casket, and to let the knife fall into it, making a sign