Chapter

 1 5 |          surgeon, was seated on a post and waiting for his adversary
 2 11|           killed than desert your post?" ~"Yes, monsieur; and there
 3 15|         officer who commanded the post of the Red Cross was sent
 4 16| completely into the duties of the post." ~"Let him be sent for
 5 20|         to London. In England the post was well served. D'Artagnan
 6 20|          and Planchet took each a post horse, and a postillion
 7 21|       might repair at once to his post. ~     ~ ~ ~ ~
 8 24|           He went and resumed his post, beginning to be rather
 9 25|      ordering us to put it in the post. This was before his servant
10 25|         putting the letter in the post, which is never safe, I
11 25|        time put the letter in the post." ~"Do you say the procurator'
12 42|        who were all eager for his post, did but little, lost his
13 42|         as always happens after a post danger, particularly when
14 43|     themselves--leaving Athos the post of speaker. ~One of the
15 48|      leagues in order to take the post, Planchet set off at a gallop,
16 56|       soldier for having quit his post for an instant, although
17 59|      called to the officer of the post, and drawing from his pocket
18 59|       friends, the officer of the post gave orders to let Felton
19 59|     breath, leaving at the gate a post horse, which, on reaching
20 60|          horseman came out of the post yard, where he had just
21 61|          Boulogne to put into the post a letter, conceived in the
22 62|          or verbal, and return by post; and when he shall know
23 62|          which I shall send for a post horse." ~"Capital! Adieu,
24 64|           was but one tavern, the Post. Planchet went and presented