Chapter

 1 1 |     taken him for a farmer's son upon a journey had it not
 2 1 |   were above all price. ~"My son," said the old Gascon gentleman,
 3 1 |    second is that you are my son. Never fear quarrels, but
 4 1 |      nothing to give you, my son, but fifteen crowns, my
 5 1 |      his own sword round his son, kissed him tenderly on
 6 1 |    Artagnan did not love his son, who was his only offspring,
 7 1 |      which she had given her son secretly. Next he went to
 8 2 |     he was able to leave his son was his sword and his motto.
 9 3 |        What can I do for the son? Tell me quickly; my time
10 3 |      slowly, "I wish, as the son of an ancient friend--for
11 6 |    Artagnan, sire; he is the son of one of my oldest friends--
12 6 |    of my oldest friends--the son of a man who served under
13 6 | seeing that I am my father's son, is it not, Treville? Well,
14 26|      the Father, one for the Son, and one for the Holy Ghost." ~
15 26|    exhausted. ~"Farewell, my son," said the curate, "till
16 29|  house tomorrow. You are the son of my aunt, consequently
17 33|     true," said Kitty; "your son was the only heir of his
18 35|  know I love you; if I had a son I could not love him better.
19 40|      you belong?" ~"I am the son of him who served in the
20 65|    later she had seduced the son of the jailer, and escaped.