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 1 3 |   coldness in this reception. ~"Alas, sir," said he, "I cannot
 2 4 |      exactly upon the baldric. ~Alas, like most things in this
 3 13|        Bonacieux with horror. ~"Alas, alas!" said he to himself, "
 4 13|  Bonacieux with horror. ~"Alas, alas!" said he to himself, "misfortune
 5 26|     blood of a wounded hart." ~"Alas, my dear Aramis," said d'
 6 26|       world is a sepulcher!'" ~"Alas, you will find it so yourself,"
 7 27|         prepare lint of him." ~"Alas!" sighed Bazin. "I know
 8 27|       exterminating you all." ~"Alas, monseigneur, we were not
 9 27|        when he asks for it; but alas! It is not of bread and
10 27|          You have a sad air." ~"Alas," said d'Artagnan, "it is
11 29|        the only reply you make? Alas, I understand." ~"Think
12 32|     that unfortunate outfit!" ~"Alas, yes," said Porthos, "it
13 33|       breathed a second sigh. ~"Alas, monsieur," said she, "that
14 33|     time with much attention. ~"Alas, yes." ~"Well, then, instead
15 33|        to limit her vengeance. "Alas!" said Kitty, "for whom
16 34|        the procurator's wife. ~"Alas," said she, "I did all for
17 35|   smiled on her graciously; but alas! the poor girl was so sad
18 36|         if he had a mistress. ~"Alas!" said d'Artagnan, with
19 36|    devotedness," said Milady. ~"Alas, do you love nothing else
20 40|       they will destroy you." ~"Alas, monseigneur!" replied the
21 42|        told me I was called." ~"Alas!" said Fourreau, whose teeth
22 55|        of all voluptuousness. ~"Alas!" said Felton, "I can do
23 56|        against their lovers!' ~"Alas! this desperate resistance
24 58|      her wrists were bruised. ~"Alas!" said Felton, looking at
25 61| appearance of perfect candor. ~"Alas," said Milady, "I know it
26 61|         another poor victim?" ~"Alas, yes," said Milady. ~The
27 61|      friend of d'Artagnan. ~But alas, if he was the friend of
28 61|       of a kind remembrance." ~"Alas!" said Milady, "I believe
29 61|      bed with her eyes fixed. ~"Alas, no!" said Mme. Bonacieux; "
30 63|        commission; it is yours. Alas! you have purchased it dearly
31 63|       by such happy results." ~"Alas, dear friend!" said Aramis, "
32 63|  friends," said the young man. "Alas! nothing but bitter recollections." ~
33 63|       of love, youth, and life! Alas, would I could weep like
34 67|        commission; it is yours. Alas! you have purchased it dearly
35 67|       by such happy results." ~"Alas, dear friend!" said Aramis, "
36 67|  friends," said the young man. "Alas! nothing but bitter recollections." ~