The Three Musketeers

❝ Imagine to yourself a Don Quixote of eighteen; a Don Quixote without his corselet, without his coat of mail, without his cuisses; a Don Quixote clothed in a woolen doublet, the blue color of which had faded into a nameless shade between lees of wine and a heavenly azure; face long and brown; high cheek bones, a sign of sagacity; the maxillary muscles enormously developed, an infallible sign by which a Gascon may always be detected, even without his cap—and our young man wore a cap set off with a sort of feather; the eye open and intelligent; the nose hooked, but finely chiseled. Too big for a youth, too small for a grown man, an experienced eye might have taken him for a farmer's son upon a journey had it not been for the long sword which, dangling from a leather baldric, hit against the calves of its owner as he walked, and against the rough side of his steed when he was on horseback. ❞

❝ For our young man had a steed which was the observed of all observers. It was a Béarn pony, from twelve to fourteen years old, yellow in his hide, without a hair in his tail, but not without windgalls on his legs, which, though going with his head lower than his knees, rendering a martingale quite unnecessary, contrived nevertheless to perform his eight leagues a day. ❞

❝ D'Artagnan, half stupefied, without his doublet, and with his head bound up in a linen cloth, arose then, and urged by the host, began to descend the stairs ❞

❝ D'Artagnan, in a state of fury, crossed the antechamber at three bounds ❞

❝ D'Artagnan, walking and soliloquizing, had arrived within a few steps of the hôtel d'Arguillon ❞

❝ D'Artagnan, who was by nature very curious—as people generally are who possess the genius of intrigue ❞

❝ D'Artagnan, with his Gascon imagination, saw in it his future fortune ❞

❝ he is little more than a boy; and as he has not the honor of being a Musketeer, he was dressed as a citizen ❞

❝ D'Artagnan, who had no settled habits of his own, as he came from his province into the midst of a world quite new to him ❞

❝ the Gascon is full of ideas ❞

❝ Monsieur d'Artagnan is a young man, scarcely nineteen or twenty ❞

❝ the young man, who detached himself from the wall like a statue walking from its niche ❞

❝ a handsome young man who was so brave and appeared to be so much in love ❞

❝ the young man, with a countenance which indicated not more than twenty years ❞

❝ D'Artagnan was radiant with joy and pride ❞

❝ D'Artagnan blushed up to the whites of his eyes ❞

❝ the young man, with a sword thrust in his breast ❞

❝ D'Artagnan was but twenty years old ❞

❝ his keen eyes plunged through the transparent panes ❞

❝ D'Artagnan, be it remembered, was only twenty years old ❞

❝ he was a very prudent youth ❞

❝ his diamond ring on his finger, his purse in his pocket, and his pistols in his belt ❞

❝ He was a young man... with a lively, intelligent face. ❞

❝ His face was that of a man of twenty, and his eye was that of a man of forty. ❞

❝ He was slender and agile, with a quick temper. ❞

❝ At this instant the tapestry was raised and a noble and handsome head, but frightfully pale, appeared under the fringe. ❞

❝ Athos, who still suffered grievously from his wound, though it had been dressed anew by M. de Tréville's surgeon, was seated on a post and waiting for his adversary with hat in hand, his feather even touching the ground. ❞

❝ Athos, wounded anew by Cahusac, became evidently paler, but did not give way a foot. He only changed his sword hand, and fought with his left hand. ❞

❝ Athos, whose keen eye lost nothing, perceived a faintly sly smile pass over the lips of the young Gascon ❞

❝ Athos was scarcely thirty years old, and was of great personal beauty and intelligence of mind ❞

❝ His reserve, his roughness, and his silence made almost an old man of him ❞

❝ Athos instantly took the place which was his due and consigned the ostentatious Porthos to the second rank ❞

❝ Athos would smile, with his charming, melancholy smile, which so became his noble countenance ❞

❝ He had not so noble an air as Athos ❞

❝ Athos played, and that as a rule unfortunately ❞

❝ Athos, who was very expert in all bodily exercises ❞

❝ Athos, faithful to his system of reticence ❞

❝ this gentleman must be thirty at least ❞

❝ Athos, with his habitual calmness ❞

❝ a brave and loyal gentleman ❞

❝ cool Athos ❞

❝ He was of middle height; but his person was so admirably shaped and so well proportioned ❞

❝ His head, with piercing eyes, a straight nose, a chin cut like that of Brutus, had altogether an indefinable character of grandeur and grace. ❞

❝ His hands, of which he took little care, were the despair of Aramis ❞

❝ The sound of his voice was at once penetrating and melodious ❞

❝ His head hanging down, his eye dull, his speech slow and painful ❞

❝ the pale face of Athos appeared ❞

❝ his beautiful eyebrow being heightened or lowered half a line ❞

❝ his hands losing their pearly hue ❞

❝ Athos was a man of about thirty, with a pale, melancholy face. ❞

❝ The center of the most animated group was a Musketeer of great height and haughty countenance, dressed in a costume so peculiar as to attract general attention. He did not wear the uniform cloak—which was not obligatory at that epoch of less liberty but more independence—but a cerulean-blue doublet, a little faded and worn, and over this a magnificent baldric, worked in gold, which shone like water ripples in the sun. A long cloak of crimson velvet fell in graceful folds from his shoulders, disclosing in front the splendid baldric, from which was suspended a gigantic rapier. ❞

❝ Porthos, who, desirous of taking his turn in the conversation ❞

❝ Porthos, quite beside himself ❞

❝ Porthos, making strong efforts to disembarrass himself of D'Artagnan, who was wriggling about his back ❞

❝ Porthos foamed with rage, and made a movement to rush after D'Artagnan. ❞

❝ Porthos, who carried matters in such a magnificent style ❞

❝ Porthos had his fits. On the days when he won he was insolent and ostentatious ❞

❝ Porthos, who was very expert in all bodily exercises ❞

❝ Porthos made a thousand flourishes ❞

❝ Porthos, one of whose faults was a great looseness of tongue ❞

❝ Porthos, protruding his lips with contempt ❞

❝ Porthos was talking louder than the rest of us ❞

❝ strong and vigorous ❞

❝ the giant whose physical strength was proverbial among the Musketeers ❞

❝ Porthos is a very boastful man ❞

❝ Porthos was a large, strong man with a ruddy face. ❞

❝ He had a thick mustache and a small beard. ❞

❝ He wore rich but often worn-out clothes. ❞

❝ He had a confident, swaggering gait. ❞

❝ Porthos was a man of large stature, with a loud voice and a jovial manner. ❞

❝ He was broad-shouldered and muscular, with a red face and a thick neck. ❞

❝ He had a magnificent mustache and wore rich, flashy clothing. ❞

❝ Porthos was twisting his mustache ❞

❝ Porthos, giving his mustache a twist which was peculiar to him ❞

❝ Porthos, who at the moment wore on his cloak the lace of his own ❞

❝ This other Musketeer formed a perfect contrast to his interrogator, who had just designated him by the name of Aramis. He was a stout man, of about two- or three-and-twenty, with an open, ingenuous countenance, a black, mild eye, and cheeks rosy and downy as an autumn peach. His delicate mustache marked a perfectly straight line upon his upper lip; he appeared to dread to lower his hands lest their veins should swell, and he pinched the tips of his ears from time to time to preserve their delicate pink transparency. Habitually he spoke little and slowly, bowed frequently, laughed without noise, showing his teeth, which were fine and of which, as the rest of his person, he appeared to take great care. ❞

❝ Aramis, in his politest tone and with his most graceful bow ❞

❝ Aramis blushed excessively, and snatched rather than took the handkerchief from the hand of the Gascon. ❞

❝ Aramis darted at D'Artagnan one of those looks which inform a man that he has acquired a mortal enemy. ❞

❝ Aramis, resuming his mild air ❞

❝ Aramis, of whom we believe we have sufficiently explained the character—a character which, like that of his companions, we shall be able to follow in its development ❞

❝ Aramis is of the same height, and something of the shape of the duke ❞

❝ I wore an enormous cloak ❞

❝ I had a large hat ❞

❝ Aramis, who, always abstracted by his theological studies ❞

❝ with a foreign accent, which proved to D'Artagnan that he was deceived in one of his conjectures ❞

❝ elegant form and polished manners ❞

❝ a deep sadness imprinted on his countenance ❞

❝ Aramis received a ball which passed through his shoulder ❞

❝ A handsome young man, three- or four-and-twenty years old, mild, amiable, and well made ❞

❝ his hand, which was as white and plump as that of a woman ❞

❝ Aramis, who cultivated his with almond paste and perfumed oil ❞

❝ Aramis, in a black gown, his head enveloped in a sort of round flat cap, not much unlike a calotte ❞

❝ his countenance radiant ❞

❝ Aramis was a handsome young man with a gentle, thoughtful face. ❞

❝ He had dark eyes and hair, and a delicate complexion. ❞

❝ He was elegant and refined, often dressed in a clerical style. ❞

❝ He had a soft voice and a poetic air. ❞

❝ Aramis had a gentle and somewhat effeminate appearance. ❞

❝ He had a pale face, dark eyes, and a soft expression. ❞

❝ a man of middle height, of a haughty, proud mien; with piercing eyes, a large brow, and a thin face, which was made still longer by a royal (or imperial, as it is now called), surmounted by a pair of mustaches ❞

❝ Although this man was scarcely thirty-six or thirty-seven years of age, hair, mustaches, and royal, all began to be gray. ❞

❝ his Eminence the cardinal ❞

❝ the pale face of the cardinal ❞

❝ a diabolical smile on his countenance ❞

❝ dressed as a Spanish cavalier ❞

❝ the cardinal’s vengeance was terrible ❞

❝ He was a tall, thin man with a pale, ascetic face. ❞

❝ He had a sharp, intelligent look and a high forehead. ❞

❝ He wore the red robes of a cardinal. ❞

❝ a man seated at a desk and writing... a poet... the cardinal. ❞

❝ He had a pale, thin face, a pointed beard, and a penetrating gaze. ❞

❝ The cardinal fixed his piercing eyes on this courageous speaker. ❞

❝ a clear voice which seemed accustomed to command ❞

❝ the cardinal, who covered a part of his face with his cloak ❞

❝ He was a man of about fifty, with a pale, thin face, a pointed beard, and a penetrating gaze. ❞

❝ He was dressed in the red robes of a cardinal. ❞

❝ He carried himself with an air of authority and cunning. ❞

❝ The cardinal was a man of about forty, with a pale, thin face and a pointed beard. ❞

❝ He had piercing eyes and a commanding presence. ❞

❝ She was a beautiful woman of about twenty-five, with blonde hair and blue eyes. ❞

❝ She had a pale complexion, a slender figure, and a graceful, seductive manner. ❞

❝ Her eyes were capable of great expression, from fiery anger to languid tenderness. ❞

❝ She was always elegantly dressed. ❞

❝ Her hair was unbound and disheveled, her bosom half bare beneath her crumpled lace. ❞

❝ She was beautiful, pale, and resigned, like a holy virgin awaiting martyrdom. ❞

❝ this woman, so beautiful, fair as the brightest vision ❞

❝ her melodious voice ❞

❝ beautiful as an antique priestess, inspired like a Christian virgin, her arms extended, her throat uncovered, her hair disheveled ❞

❝ her look illumined by that fire ❞

❝ the enchantress had clothed herself with that magic adornment which she assumed and threw aside at will; that is to say, beauty, meekness, and tears ❞

❝ the brand of France!—oh, by that, by that I was branded indeed! ❞

❝ the superhuman beauty of this woman who unveiled herself before him ❞

❝ her beautiful eyes ❞

❝ her noble appearance ❞

❝ the liberality with which she distributed her pistoles ❞

❝ her high air and aristocratic bearing ❞

❝ a woman of a hundred faces ❞

❝ She had a fair complexion and a graceful figure. ❞

❝ She was elegant and seductive. ❞

❝ Her eyes could be both charming and cruel. ❞

❝ She had a mark of a fleur-de-lis on her left shoulder. ❞

❝ She was pale and fair, with long curls falling in profusion over her shoulders, had large, blue, languishing eyes, rosy lips, and hands of alabaster. ❞

❝ She was talking with great animation with the stranger. ❞

❝ Milady, pale as a corpse ❞

❝ M. de Tréville entered, cool, polite, and in irreproachable costume. ❞

❝ He was a man of about fifty, with a noble bearing. ❞

❝ He had a stern, commanding look and gray hair. ❞

❝ Monsieur de Tréville was a man of about fifty, with a noble and martial bearing. ❞

❝ He was a man of about forty, with a noble bearing and a stern, but fair, expression. ❞

❝ M. de Tréville, who had appreciated him at the first glance and who bore him a real affection ❞

❝ this excellent man, whom he had always found worthy, loyal, and great ❞

❝ one who has been thirty years at court ❞

❝ the elegant and noble courtier ❞

❝ his paternal solicitude for his Musketeers ❞

❝ He fixed his haughty eye upon the stranger, and perceived a man of from forty to forty-five years of age, with black and piercing eyes, pale complexion, a strongly marked nose, and a black and well-shaped mustache. He was dressed in a doublet and hose of a violet color, with aiguillettes of the same color, without any other ornaments than the customary slashes, through which the shirt appeared. This doublet and hose, though new, were creased, like traveling clothes for a long time packed in a portmanteau. ❞

❝ The stranger, then perceiving that the matter went beyond raillery, drew his sword, saluted his adversary, and seriously placed himself on guard. ❞

❝ The stranger, who entertained no doubt that it was the presence of the young man that drove the stranger from his hostelry ❞

❝ The stranger, with a coldly menacing expression ❞

❝ The stranger, muttering to himself, directed his steps toward the kitchen. ❞

❝ the man in the cloak ❞

❝ He was a man of about forty, with a dark, sinister face and a scar on his cheek. ❞

❝ He was a man of about forty, with a dark, sinister appearance. ❞

❝ He was a man of about forty, with a dark, sinister look. ❞

❝ He had a scar on his temple. ❞

❝ He wore a black cloak. ❞

❝ the mercer ❞

❝ the unfortunate mercer ❞

❝ You are a shabby old fellow, my dear ❞

❝ a man of fifty ❞

❝ cowardly, avaricious, and foolish ❞

❝ that stupid countenance, impressed with the invincible resolution of a fool ❞

❝ that yellow, sickly paleness which indicates the insinuation of the bile in the blood ❞

❝ something perfidiously significant in the play of the wrinkled features of his countenance ❞

❝ a little man, stout, short, elderly, and commonly dressed in clothes of a dark color ❞

❝ Bonacieux became as pale as death, and grinned a ghastly smile ❞

❝ that his name was Jacques Michel Bonacieux, that he was fifty-one years old, a retired mercer ❞

❝ He was a small, thin man with a worried, timid look. ❞

❝ His face showed his anxiety and greed. ❞

❝ Bonacieux was standing at the door, and looked at D'Artagnan hatefully. ❞

❝ He was a middle-aged man, short and stout. ❞

❝ She was a charming woman of twenty-five or twenty-six years, with dark hair, blue eyes, and a nose slightly turned up, admirable teeth, and a complexion marbled with rose and opal ❞

❝ The hands were white, but without delicacy; the feet did not bespeak the woman of quality ❞

❝ Mme. Bonacieux had the sweetest smile in the world ❞

❝ the pretty Mme. Bonacieux ❞

❝ the pretty young woman ❞

❝ her beautiful eyes ❞

❝ the light and intelligent Mme. Bonacieux ❞

❝ quick as a bird she glided between his hands ❞

❝ the beautiful glow which mounted to her cheeks ❞

❝ a young woman, wrapped in a black mantle, who appeared to be very anxious not to be recognized ❞

❝ she was young and pretty ❞

❝ the young woman, with a coquettish smile ❞

❝ what is the most important affair to a woman of twenty-five! Love. ❞

❝ She was a young woman of about twenty-five, with a sweet, pretty face. ❞

❝ She had dark hair and eyes. ❞

❝ She had a gentle, loving expression. ❞

❝ She was a young, pretty woman, with a sweet and gentle face. ❞

❝ She was a young woman of about twenty-five, with dark hair and eyes. ❞

❝ She was pretty and lively. ❞

❝ a young woman of about twenty-five, with a sweet and pretty face. ❞

❝ She had dark hair and eyes, and a gentle expression. ❞

❝ Louis XIII. twisted his mustache proudly, placing his hand upon his hip ❞

❝ He was in hunting costume covered with dust, wearing large boots, and holding a whip in his hand ❞

❝ the king was very avaricious ❞

❝ the worst complaint of Louis XIII., who would sometimes take one of his courtiers to a window and say, 'Monsieur So-and-so, let us weary ourselves together.' ❞

❝ in full dress ❞

❝ a most elegant hunting costume ❞

❝ the king looked dull and preoccupied ❞

❝ He was a young king, pale and melancholy. ❞

❝ He had a kind but indecisive expression. ❞

❝ The king was dull and appeared ill, which detracted a little from his usual lofty bearing. ❞

❝ He was a pale, melancholy man, with a weak chin and a hesitant manner. ❞

❝ I never saw a man with a nobler air than his ❞

❝ he dresses as nobody else can ❞

❝ the handsome young man ❞

❝ becoming as pale as a corpse ❞

❝ uttering a terrible cry ❞

❝ He was a handsome, dashing English nobleman. ❞

❝ He was young and richly dressed. ❞

❝ He was a handsome, dashing man, with a confident, arrogant air. ❞

❝ He was richly dressed, with gold lace and diamonds, and wore a white feather in his hat. ❞

❝ a blue velvet doublet embroidered with pearls ❞

❝ the duke, in a dying voice ❞

❝ At thirty-five, which was then his age, he passed, with just title, for the handsomest gentleman and the most elegant cavalier of France or England. ❞

❝ George Villiers placed himself before the glass... restored the undulations to his beautiful hair, which the weight of his hat had disordered, twisted his mustache ❞

❝ His Musketeer's uniform became him marvelously. ❞

❝ Anne of Austria was then twenty-six or twenty-seven years of age; that is to say, she was in the full splendor of her beauty. ❞

❝ Her carriage was that of a queen or a goddess; her eyes, which cast the brilliancy of emeralds, were perfectly beautiful, and yet were at the same time full of sweetness and majesty. ❞

❝ Her mouth was small and rosy; and although her underlip, like that of all princes of the House of Austria, protruded slightly beyond the other, it was eminently lovely in its smile, but as profoundly disdainful in its contempt. ❞

❝ Her skin was admired for its velvety softness; her hands and arms were of surpassing beauty ❞

❝ her hair, which, from being light in her youth, had become chestnut, and which she wore curled very plainly, and with much powder, admirably set off her face ❞

❝ the most beautiful woman in France ❞

❝ a beaver hat with blue feathers, a surtout of gray-pearl velvet, fastened with diamond clasps, and a petticoat of blue satin, embroidered with silver ❞

❝ On her left shoulder sparkled the diamond studs ❞

❝ a slightly foreign accent ❞

❝ She had fair hair and blue eyes. ❞

❝ She was a beautiful woman, with a regal bearing, fair hair and blue eyes. ❞

❝ He was a Picard, whom the glorious Musketeer had picked up on the Bridge Tournelle, making rings and plashing in the water ❞

❝ Planchet, D'Artagnan's valet, supported his good fortune nobly. He received thirty sous per day, and for a month he returned to his lodgings gay as a chaffinch ❞

❝ I am a Picard. ❞

❝ a brave fellow ❞

❝ strong and vigorous ❞

❝ Planchet, all astonishment, was busy grooming them ❞

❝ Planchet was armed with his musketoon and a pistol ❞

❝ He was a young man from Picardy, intelligent and loyal. ❞

❝ a young man from Picardy, with a ruddy complexion and a lively expression. ❞

❝ Planchet, very proud of being raised to the dignity of landlord ❞

❝ He was a young man, a lackey, with a shrewd, intelligent face. ❞

❝ He was very taciturn, this worthy signor ❞

❝ Grimaud, who feared his master as he did fire, while entertaining a strong attachment to his person and a great veneration for his talents ❞

❝ the poor lad lying senseless, with his head split by a blow with a pitchfork ❞

❝ Monsieur Grimaud (he told us his name, although he does not talk much) ❞

❝ Grimaud appeared in his turn behind his master, with the musketoon on his shoulder, and his head shaking. ... He was moistened before and behind with a greasy liquid ❞

❝ He was a tall, thin man with a mournful expression. ❞

❝ He was silent and obedient. ❞

❝ Grimaud, rubbing his half-open eyes... a taciturn and phlegmatic demeanor. ❞

❝ Grimaud obeyed in silence; the poor lad had nearly come to the pass of forgetting how to speak. ❞

❝ Mousqueton was a Norman, whose pacific name of Boniface his master had changed into the infinitely more sonorous name of Mousqueton ❞

❝ Mousqueton made a very good figure when attending on his master ❞

❝ Mousqueton another ball which lodged in the fleshy part which prolongs the lower portion of the loins ❞

❝ a great degree of intelligence and devotedness in Mousqueton ❞

❝ Mousqueton, with a modest air ❞

❝ He was a stout, cheerful man. ❞

❝ He was devoted to his master and enjoyed good living. ❞

❝ Mousqueton, with a most pitiable air, was driving before him a mule and a horse. ❞

❝ Porthos boasted of the strength of Mousqueton, who was big enough to thrash four men of ordinary size. ❞

❝ his lackey was called Bazin. Thanks to the hopes which his master entertained of someday entering into orders, he was always clothed in black, as became the servant of a churchman ❞

❝ He was a Berrichon, thirty-five or forty years old, mild, peaceable, sleek, employing the leisure his master left him in the perusal of pious works ❞

❝ Bazin, who had been standing listening to all this controversy with a pious jubilation ❞

❝ Bazin sighed ❞

❝ He was a pious, serious man. ❞

❝ Bazin, curious to know what the mendicant could want with his master, kept pace with him as well as he could. ❞

❝ Bazin was ambitious and learned; he had read history. ❞

❝ M. de Chevalier Dessessart ❞

❝ the handsome young man, who was scarcely twenty-five years of age ❞

❝ a gentleman ❞

❝ He was a young, handsome nobleman with a gallant air. ❞

❝ the old wife of a procurator of the Châtelet, monsieur, named Madame Coquenard, who, although she is at least fifty, still gives herself jealous airs ❞

❝ She was a sort of ripe beauty, rather yellow and rather dry, but erect and haughty. ❞

❝ She was the wife of a procurator, and somewhat miserly. ❞

❝ Mme. Coquenard recognized her present, and could not at first comprehend this restitution. ❞

❝ He was a tall, handsome English nobleman. ❞

❝ He had light hair and a fair complexion. ❞

❝ Lord de Winter is only her brother-in-law. ❞

❝ He was a gentleman of about forty, with a proud, haughty bearing. ❞

❝ He had a dark complexion, a strong jaw, and a sarcastic smile. ❞

❝ this man, in whom Milady till that time had only seen a very simple gentleman, had become an admirable jailer ❞

❝ He was armed at all points ❞

❝ He was a man of about thirty, with a stern and noble bearing. ❞

❝ She was a pretty young woman of about twenty, with a lively, fresh face. ❞

❝ She had a gentle, loving nature. ❞

❝ poor girl, pale as death and trembling in all her limbs. ❞

❝ a month of fever could not have changed her more than this one night of sleeplessness and sorrow. ❞

❝ a young woman with light hair and delicate complexion ❞

❝ the habit of a novice, which the young woman wore ❞

❝ He was an old man of seventy-six, thin and dry. ❞

❝ His little gray eyes shone like carbuncles. ❞

❝ M. Coquenard, whose little gray eyes sparkled with anger. ❞

❝ He was a young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six, with a pale complexion, clear blue eyes rather deeply set. ❞

❝ His mouth was fine and well cut, his chin strongly marked. ❞

❝ His brow was a little receding, shaded by short thin hair of a beautiful deep chestnut color. ❞

❝ He had a calm, impassive countenance. ❞

❝ He was pale as usual, but with his eye inflamed and almost wild. ❞

❝ The young man was more pale than usual, and his eyes, reddened by want of sleep ❞

❝ his brow was armed with a severity more austere than ever ❞

❝ Felton grew frightfully pale, and a convulsive tremor crept through his whole body ❞

❝ the sweat streamed down his marble forehead ❞

❝ his hand, under his coat, tore his breast ❞

❝ Jussac, one of the first swordsmen in the kingdom ❞

❝ Jussac, who had risen upon his elbow ❞

❝ Cahusac fell, with a sword thrust through his throat ❞

❝ Bicarat was one of those iron men who never fell dead ❞

❝ with a wound in his thigh ❞

❝ the name of Bernajoux was known to all the world ❞

❝ in addition to the sword thrust in his arm, which is not dangerous, he has received another right through his lungs ❞

❝ M. de la Trémouille—a Protestant, and seeing the king seldom—was of no party ❞

❝ Both were men of courage and honor ❞

❝ Louis XIII.'s confidential valet, who never left the door ❞

❝ Monsieur Laporte, the queen's cloak bearer ❞

❝ Germain ❞

❝ Boisrenard ❞

❝ a noble of very lofty carriage, black hair, swarthy complexion, piercing eye, white teeth, and has a scar on his temple ❞

❝ a man wrapped in a cloak ❞

❝ The chancellor entered, half smiling, half blushing. ❞

❝ An instant after, the man he asked for was before him, booted and spurred. ❞

❝ the confidential valet of the duke, who, having accompanied him in all his voyages, spoke French perfectly well ❞

❝ an Irishman—one of the most skillful of his craft, and who himself confessed that he gained a hundred thousand livres a year by the Duke of Buckingham ❞

❝ I know him for a Norman, and Normans are obstinate ❞

❝ The host had the appearance of as honest a man as any on earth. He received the travelers with his candlestick in one hand and his cotton nightcap in the other. ❞

❝ he was all honey, monsieur ❞

❝ the host, on seeing a young man followed by a lackey with two extra horses, advanced respectfully to the door ❞

❝ The host became as pale as death ❞

❝ the host, in the most pitiable voice imaginable ❞

❝ the head of an old man ❞

❝ the same face appeared, only it was now still more pale than before ❞

❝ the superior of the Jesuits of Amiens ❞

❝ the curate of Montdidier ❞

❝ two English gentlemen just arrived ❞

❝ the boatman had taken over a young woman, wrapped in a black mantle ❞

❝ the plump, cheerful countenance of the mistress of the place ❞

❝ A tall, dark man, with black mustaches, dark eyes, and the air of a gentleman. ❞

❝ a little man, stout, short, elderly, and commonly dressed in clothes of a dark color ❞

❝ A tall, pale clerk, his face shaded by a forest of virgin hair... a shorter clerk came behind the first, a taller clerk behind the second, a stripling of a dozen years rising behind the third. ❞

❝ the false soldier who had tried to kill D'Artagnan ❞

❝ Brisemont, stretched upon the ground and rolling in horrible convulsions ❞

❝ Fourreau, as pale as death ❞

❝ drawing from his fob a very handsome watch, studded with diamonds ❞

❝ He was a tall man, with a pale complexion, black hair and beard. ❞