Chapter

1 I  |    often in spring sent its young sprays through the window
2 I  |     god-daughter Gräuben, a young Virlandaise of seventeen,
3 II |  there, and wonder, impious young man, and admire these letters,
4 VI |    you are a very ingenious young man, you have done me a
5 VII| sense about it. No sensible young man should for a moment
6 VII|    cried from afar off.~The young girl stopped, rather frightened
7 VII|     is true.”~Ah! women and young girls, how incomprehensible
8 VII|    carriage. Martha and the young girl, standing at the door,
9 XI |     spoils of her mate, the young are hatched, and next year