1 A knife was plunged up to the hilt in Rita's left breast.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 33. Roman Bandits. 2 My father howled aloud, plunged his fingers into the holes which the balls had made, and tore up one of the planks entire.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 77. Haidee. 3 He told himself that it was the enmity of man, and not the vengeance of heaven, that had thus plunged him into the deepest misery.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 15. Number 34 and Number 27. 4 And then he again plunged into a train of thought, the character of which was better revealed by a sad smile, than it would have been by tears.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 117. The Fifth of October. 5 Immediately afterwards the light expired, and the room was plunged in frightful obscurity, while the clock at that minute struck half-past four.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 102. Valentine. 6 Maximilian, who was paying them a visit, listened to their conversation, or rather was present at it, plunged in his accustomed state of apathy.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 112. The Departure. 7 The grating against the library-door aroused the young girl from the stupor in which she was plunged, and which almost amounted to insensibility.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 101. Locusta. 8 Mercedes opened the door of the study and had disappeared before he had recovered from the painful and profound revery into which his thwarted vengeance had plunged him.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 89. A Nocturnal Interview. 9 The magistrate laid emphasis on these words, as if he wished to apply them to the owner himself, while his eyes seemed to plunge into the heart of one who, interceding for another, had himself need of indulgence.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 7. The Examination. 10 By a chance, which added yet more to the intensity of the darkness, the moon, which was on the wane, did not rise until eleven o'clock, and the streets which the young man traversed were plunged in the deepest obscurity.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 37. The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. 11 He knew that it was barren and without shelter; but when the sea became more calm, he resolved to plunge into its waves again, and swim to Lemaire, equally arid, but larger, and consequently better adapted for concealment.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 21. The Island of Tiboulen. 12 The murdered man lay on the floor, his head leaning against the wall, and about him was a pool of blood which poured forth from three large wounds in his breast; there was a fourth gash, in which a long table knife was plunged up to the handle.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 45. The Rain of Blood. 13 And the two young girls, whom every one might have thought plunged in grief, the one on her own account, the other from interest in her friend, burst out laughing, as they cleared away every visible trace of the disorder which had naturally accompanied the preparations for their escape.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 97. The Departure for Belgium. 14 One thought in particular tormented him: namely, that during his journey hither he had sat so still, whereas he might, a dozen times, have plunged into the sea, and, thanks to his powers of swimming, for which he was famous, have gained the shore, concealed himself until the arrival of a Genoese or Spanish vessel, escaped to Spain or Italy, where Mercedes and his father could have joined him.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 8. The Chateau D'If. 15 Then, instead of plunging into the mass of documents piled before him, he opened the drawer of his desk, touched a spring, and drew out a parcel of cherished memoranda, amongst which he had carefully arranged, in characters only known to himself, the names of all those who, either in his political career, in money matters, at the bar, or in his mysterious love affairs, had become his enemies.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContextHighlight In Chapter 72. Madame de Saint-Meran.