Chapter

 1 3 |             Pardon me," said he, smiling, "pardon me my dear compatriot,
 2 6 |          but badly," said Athos, smiling; "and we shall not be made
 3 11|     sometimes sighing, sometimes smiling? ~He was thinking of Mme.
 4 11|         the beautiful night, and smiling at the stars, ascended the
 5 16|         chancellor entered, half smiling, half blushing. As we shall
 6 18|          much," said d'Artagnan, smiling. ~"Then," replied Mme. Bonacieux,
 7 21|           replied the secretary, smiling, "which he must transmit
 8 21|             Yes," said the duke, smiling, "and I even believe that
 9 25|           replied the young man, smiling. ~"Oh, I saw the snare,
10 30|          Well," said d'Artagnan, smiling at the misanthropy of Athos,
11 36|      Interested man!" cried she, smiling. ~"Ah," cried d'Artagnan,
12 37|         angel," said d'Artagnan, smiling; "that would be useless." ~"
13 39|          Three," replied Aramis, smiling. ~"Certes," cried Athos, "
14 40|       Don't be afraid," said he, smiling. "By men of heart I mean
15 48|        Bazin, fresh as ever, and smiling, according to custom, entered
16 54| beautiful. ~"Oh, yes," said she, smiling, "but we won't tell him!" ~
17 55|           Nothing," said Milady, smiling with that painful expression
18 56|          listened to me calm and smiling, with his arms crossed over
19 61|       herself with listening and smiling without replying a word.
20 61|          language?" said Milady, smiling. ~"You are the friend of
21 61|        madame," said the abbess, smiling, "be reassured; the house
22 63|          She found Milady with a smiling countenance. ~"Well," said