My commands are ordinarily short, clear, and precise; and I would rather be obliged to repeat my words twice, or even three times, than they should be misunderstood.
Oh,” said the count, “I only know two things which destroy the appetite, – grief – and as I am happy to see you very cheerful, it is not that – and love. Now after what you told me this morning of your heart, I may believe” –.
The prisoner followed his guide, who led him into a room almost under ground, whose bare and reeking walls seemed as though impregnated with tears.
I then recollected you gave a breakfast this morning, and here I am. I am hungry, feed me; I am bored, amuse me.
Have you no friends who could help you in these circumstances?’ Morrel smiled sadly and said: ‘In business, Monsieur, as you very well know, one has no friends, only associates.
Then Monsieur is satisfied?” asked Planchet. “My dear Planchet, I am the happiest of men!” “And I may profit by Monsieur’s happiness, and go to bed?
As usual, the oldest women were the most decorated, and the ugliest the most conspicuous. If there was a beautiful lily, or a sweet rose, you had to search for it, concealed in some corner behind a mother with a turban, or an aunt with a bird of paradise.
D’Artagnan, be it remembered, was only twenty years old, and at that age sleep has its imprescriptible rights which it imperiously insists upon, even with the saddest hearts.
And yet the two young people had never declared their affection; they had grown together like two trees whose roots are mingled, whose branches intertwine and whose intermingled perfume rises to the heavens.
They walked arm in arm, occupying the whole width of the street and taking in every Musketeer they met, so that in the end it became a triumphal march. The heart of D’Artagnan swam in delirium; he marched between Athos and Porthos, pressing them tenderly.
I hate the English – they are coarse, like every nation that swills beer.
We have said that Athos loved d’Artagnan like a child, and this somber and inflexible personage felt the anxiety of a parent for the young man.
The ever-new passions which consumed her gave to her life the appearance of those clouds which float in the heavens, reflecting sometimes azure, sometimes fire, sometimes the opaque blackness of the tempest, and which leave no traces upon the earth behind them but devastation and death.
I think they are rising faster than they have any business, and that they would not be so black if they did not mean mischief.
Edmond did not lose a word, but comprehended very little of what was said.
What is death? One step further into calm and two perhaps into silence.
One!” said the count mysteriously, his eyes fixed on the corpse, disfigured by so awful a death.
Over a species of altar, and beneath a canopy of blue velvet, surmounted by white and red plumes, was a full-length portrait of Anne of Austria, so perfect in its resemblance that d’Artagnan uttered a cry of surprise on beholding it.
In excessive griefs, as in great tempests, the abyss is found between the tops of the loftiest waves.
The same day the young man set forward on his journey, furnished with the three paternal gifts, which consisted, as we have said, of fifteen crowns, the horse, and the letter for M. de Treville – the counsels being thrown into the bargain.