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 1 5 | placed his sword point on the breast of his fallen enemy, and
 2 20|      placed his knee upon his breast. ~"Go on with your affair,
 3 20|       point into d'Artagnan's breast, crying, "One for you!" ~"
 4 20|       me a good thrust in the breast." ~"You are wounded?" asked
 5 23|     with a sword thrust in my breast, and by nailing the Comte
 6 25|  three inches of steel in his breast. He immediately fell backward.
 7 28|     had been removed from his breast. ~"Then the diamond is safe?"
 8 29|       MEA CULPA, striking her breast so vigorously that everybody,
 9 34|   taking a small key from his breast and opening a little ebony
10 37|    her eyes, sometimes at her breast, compelled her to glide
11 40|     placing his hand upon his breast and bowing, "an eternal
12 41|   ball had passed through his breast. The other, who was safe
13 55|       modestly drawn over her breast, her look illumined by that
14 56|     his arms crossed over his breast. Then, when he thought I
15 56|      knife, I placed it to my breast. ~"Take one step more,"
16 56|      under his coat, tore his breast. ~"My first impulse, on
17 56|      him in the middle of his breast. ~"The miserable villain!
18 56|      He had foreseen all. His breast was covered with a coat-of-mail;