Chapter

 1 1 |    nothing at the tip of his tongue but a gross personality,
 2 9 |     was a great looseness of tongue. "A nice acquaintance, my
 3 9 | doctor's niece?" ~"Hold your tongue, Porthos," said Athos; "
 4 10|  cried Planchet. ~"Hold your tongue, stupid fellow," said d'
 5 11|    your pocket." ~"Hold your tongue, imprudent man! Do you wish
 6 14|     incapable--" ~"Hold your tongue! You are stupid," replied
 7 15|    come, Treville, hold your tongue," said the king. ~"If his
 8 17|    calls Satan." ~"Hold your tongue, hold your tongue, madame!
 9 17|  Hold your tongue, hold your tongue, madame! You may be overheard." ~"
10 19|     of absence." ~"Hold your tongue and take it!" said d'Artagnan. "
11 26|  however, forced to hold his tongue from not comprehending half
12 28|        I can tell that by my tongue, which was swollen and hot
13 32|      caught!" ~He passed his tongue over a spoonful of preserves,
14 38|        cried he. ~"Hold your tongue, you stupid fellow!" said
15 45|     cry out; but her swollen tongue could utter no more than
16 51|     after having clicked his tongue against his palate, "they
17 53|   door he called: "Hold your tongue, madame! Your song is as
18 56|      I tried to pray, but my tongue was frozen. God doubtless