Chapter
1 1 | Rosa; how is my brother?" ~"Oh, Mynheer John!" the young
2 1 | are going to do to him." ~"Oh, yes," said De Witt, "you
3 2 | see you, my brother." ~"Oh, my poor dear Cornelius!
4 2 | tumult?" ~"Yes, Cornelius." ~"Oh! that's what I heard just
5 3 | let us hear the debate." ~"Oh, Monseigneur! Monseigneur!
6 3 | Rosa, trembling all over. ~"Oh, Mynheer John," she said, "
7 4 | Highness, growing quite pale. ~"Oh, Monseigneur, he says a
8 4 | out of the coach window. ~"Oh, my masters!" cried the
9 4 | coachman. ~"With the key! Oh, yes! but if you have not
10 4 | taking away into exile." ~"Oh, Mynheer de Witt! I am indeed
11 4 | hands before his eyes. ~"Oh, you close your eyes, do
12 4 | De Witt have been served! Oh thou Sun! thou Sun! as truly
13 7 | I have given his name. ~"Oh! these darling bulbs! ~"
14 7 | which is called Ceylon, -- oh, what glory! I must say,
15 7 | Caesar, or Maximilian. ~"Oh the admirable bulbs!" ~Thus
16 7 | people going mad here?" ~"Oh, sir! sir!" cried the servant,
17 7 | strict rule of his house. ~"Oh, sir, fly! fly quick!" cried
18 7 | up!" cried the servant. ~"Oh, my dear child, my worthy
19 8 | under the counterpane. ~"Oh, sir!" cried the servant,
20 8 | news to his master, -- "oh, sir! you do not know, then,
21 8 | returned in half an hour. ~"Oh, sir, all that I told you
22 8 | Mynheer John de Witt." ~"Oh," muttered, or rather growled
23 8 | three perfect suckers." ~"Oh these bulbs, these bulbs!"
24 8 | frenzy, he called out, "Oh wretch that I am! Oh thrice
25 8 | out, "Oh wretch that I am! Oh thrice fool Boxtel! Would
26 10| heaped on you this morning. Oh, sir! this is more than
27 10| but I stay." ~"You stay, oh, sir! oh, sir! don't you
28 10| stay." ~"You stay, oh, sir! oh, sir! don't you understand
29 11| on her heaving breast. ~"Oh, sir, sir!" she said, but
30 11| Rosa. "And now tell me -- oh, tell me -- can I do anything
31 11| out this last thought." ~"Oh, Mynheer Cornelius, speak,
32 11| of the afflicted girl. ~"Oh, I don't know, sir," she
33 11| are coming to fetch you. Oh God! Oh God!" cried Rosa,
34 11| coming to fetch you. Oh God! Oh God!" cried Rosa, wringing
35 11| a low voice, "for that, oh! that is impossible for
36 14| window, saying to him, -- ~"Oh, sir, sir! here I am!" ~
37 14| uttered a cry of joy, -- ~"Oh, Rosa, Rosa!" ~"Hush! let
38 14| often as I can manage it." ~"Oh, Rosa, my beautiful Rosa,
39 15| know Mynheer Grotius?" ~"Oh, yes, that rogue Grotius,
40 15| astonishing how people do meet." ~"Oh, yes; and it's really a
41 15| from Christian charity." ~"Oh, indeed! explain that a
42 15| the stairs, "here I am." ~"Oh, my good Rosa." ~"You are
43 15| for an hour with you." ~"Oh, I thank you, Rosa, dear
44 15| had intrusted to her. ~"Oh, you have preserved them,
45 15| fortunately, you are alive now. Oh how I blessed his Highness
46 15| brought me your letter. Oh, how we wept together! But
47 15| which were written to me." ~"Oh, you received letters, Rosa?" ~"
48 16| except by our own will." ~"Oh, then, we have an eternity
49 16| protruding. And yours Rosa?" ~"Oh, I have done things on a
50 16| But what shall we read?" ~"Oh," said Rosa, "I have a book, --
51 17| inquiries after its cause. ~"Oh! do not be angry with me,"
52 17| without his noticing it." ~"Oh, yes, yes, he is in love
53 17| your tulip going on?" ~"Oh, Rosa, only imagine my joy,
54 17| shall I plant my bulb?" ~"Oh, the first favourable day
55 17| the bottom of all this." ~"Oh, my good Master Gryphus,"
56 17| have just destroyed." ~"Oh, so!" Gryphus said, in a
57 18| he asked his friend." ~"Oh, what a worthy man is this
58 18| it?" ~"In what manner?" ~"Oh, it would be very easy!" ~"
59 18| shall do as he does." ~"Oh!" said Rosa, with a sigh, "
60 20| rival, the black tulip. ~"Oh!" muttered Cornelius, "again!
61 20| thoughts were running. ~"Oh, pardon me, Rosa!" he said, "
62 20| visitor of the garden." ~"Oh, the wretch!" muttered Cornelius,
63 20| cold sweat from his brow. "Oh, the wretch! I guessed his
64 20| the door of my chamber." ~"Oh! then it is with you in
65 20| better than you do me." ~"Oh, my dear, dear Rosa! look
66 21| time; I am very hungry." ~"Oh! you are hungry, are you?"
67 21| At least two inches." ~"Oh, Rosa, take good care of
68 21| grow jealous in my turn." ~"Oh, you know that to think
69 21| Cornelius, trembling. ~"Oh," answered Rosa, "it is
70 21| his hands, he said, -- ~"Oh, there is not an angel in
71 21| cull it, if you wish it." ~"Oh, no, no, Rosa! when it is
72 21| Rosa?" ~Rosa smiled. ~"Oh, yes!" she said. ~"Enough?"
73 21| three hundred guilders." ~"Oh, if you have three hundred
74 21| become of the flower?" ~"Oh, the flower! you must take
75 21| that's true, my sweet Rosa. Oh, my God! how wicked men
76 21| should not flower black!" ~"Oh, surely, surely, you will
77 22| it would be stolen." ~"Oh!" ~"Did you not tell me
78 22| find it open?" ~"Well?" ~"Oh, Rosa, whenever it opens,
79 22| again, Mynheer Cornelius." ~"Oh, say 'Good night, my friend.'" ~"
80 22| My very dear friend.'" ~"Oh, my friend -- " ~"Very dear
81 22| your soft, rosy cheek. Oh, Rosa, give it me of your
82 22| and religious fervour. ~"Oh Thou art always watching
83 22| and was nearly fainting. ~"Oh!" muttered he, "my God,
84 22| letter, I will direct it. Oh, he is very well known:
85 24| Tell me, explain to me." ~"Oh, it is not my fault, my
86 24| first bulb of my tulip. Oh, the wretch! he is an accomplice
87 24| loud, for Heaven's sake!" ~"Oh, Rosa, if you don't open
88 24| Gryphus!" roared Van Baerle. "Oh, you villain!" ~Old Gryphus,
89 25| prize being awarded." ~"Oh, sir!" cried Rosa, "this
90 25| basket on three sides?" ~"Oh, as to that I am not quite
91 25| flower than at the pot." ~"Oh, sir! that's my tulip, which
92 25| before you and from you." ~"Oh! oh!" said Van Systens,
93 25| you and from you." ~"Oh! oh!" said Van Systens, looking
94 25| Good-bye, my child." ~"Oh, sir, sir!" said Rosa, imploringly. ~"
95 26| Horticultural Society." ~"Oh, Monseigneur, Monseigneur!"
96 26| but ---- ~"What is it?" ~"Oh, nothing of any consequence,
97 27| cried Rosa, "I recognise it. Oh, my poor Cornelius!" ~And
98 27| impostor and her witnesses." ~"Oh, my God, my God! what infamous
99 27| more than of the first. Oh, would to Heaven that you
100 27| become of these bulbs?" ~"Oh! what has become of them?
101 28| both of us. Rosa, -- but, oh Heaven, Gryphus is her father!
102 28| threaten me with that." ~"Oh, you don't suppose! why
103 28| is to mine." ~"How so?" ~"Oh, it's a very simple thing." ~"
104 28| answered with a growl. ~"Oh! you confess, then, that
105 29| sir." ~"Then follow me." ~"Oh! oh!" said Cornelius, whose
106 29| Then follow me." ~"Oh! oh!" said Cornelius, whose
107 32| play a principal part." ~"Oh, the sweet scents! oh, the
108 32| Oh, the sweet scents! oh, the beautiful colours!"
109 32| was acting as postilion. ~"Oh, thank you, Sir, for your
110 32| Now we must drive off." ~"Oh, have pity, have mercy,
111 32| Quite black? Is it possible? Oh, sir, have you seen it?
112 32| stopped him once more. ~"Oh, be forbearing, be generous!
113 32| has been stolen from Rosa! Oh, I must alight, sir! I must
114 33| general murmur of applause. ~"Oh!" muttered Cornelius, "she
115 33| flower was stolen from her. Oh! that's why she left Loewestein.
116 33| best friend on earth?" ~"Oh!" sighed Boxtel, "I am lost." ~"
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