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 1 1 |    thoughtful image of the young Prince William of Orange. ~The
 2 1 |         the future, was William, Prince of Orange, son of William
 3 1 |         the hope which the young Prince might have entertained of
 4 1 |    dignity of Stadtholder on the Prince of Orange merely vi coactus,
 5 1 |      enthusiastic cheers for the Prince of Orange, and groans and
 6 4 |      more than I do myself," the Prince gruffly replied. ~The officer
 7 4 |        of a man in a hurry. ~The Prince, turning round, observed
 8 4 |       Captain bowed, allowed the Prince to ride ahead and, for the
 9 4 |        thy rays!" ~And the young Prince, the relentless rival of
10 5 |       within musket-shot of the "Prince," with the Duke of York (
11 9 |      enemies of his Highness the Prince of Orange." ~"The brothers
12 11|       was, that his Highness the Prince Stadtholder of Holland would
13 12|           His Highness, William, Prince of Orange, very likely afraid
14 14|         when the clemency of the Prince of Orange sent the tulip-fancier
15 14|       there I remained until the Prince should come to the dairy;
16 14|      fortress of Loewestein. The Prince could not have suspected
17 15|       have wished him, certainly Prince William will be the happiest
18 16| rebellion against such a clement prince as the Stadtholder. ~Three
19 17|         a conspiracy against the Prince of Orange, rushed up to
20 23|    detriment of his Highness the Prince of Orange. ~At first he
21 26|       the flower here?" said the Prince, who, very likely, already
22 26|       and showing the way to the Prince. ~His Highness was just
23 26|          Frisian girl," said the Prince, as he observed Rosa's gold
24 26|      round, but scarcely saw the Prince, who seated himself in the
25 26|        exchanged a look with the Prince, who, since the first words
26 26|    jailer of the fortress." ~The Prince made a little movement,
27 26|         that Van Systens and the Prince answered simultaneously
28 26|        Loewestein?" repeated the Prince. ~The tone of his voice
29 26|      state, then," continued the Prince, "as there are none else
30 26|      exclaimed Van Systens. ~The Prince, observing the fright of
31 26|       the impassible mien of the Prince, did not fail to take effect
32 26|        Systens. ~"But," said the Prince, "it cannot be long since
33 26|   returned, and announced to the Prince that the person whom he
34 27|    deposited it on a table. ~The Prince, on being informed, left
35 27|         he!" she exclaimed. ~The Prince made her a sign to go and
36 27|       she burst into tears. ~The Prince rose from his seat, went
37 27|         Master Boxtel," said the Prince, "come in here, if you please." ~
38 27|       shock. ~"Ah!" muttered the Prince to himself, "he is confused." ~
39 27|         suddenly recognising the Prince. ~"But," continued the Stadtholder, "
40 27|       this young girl?" said the Prince. ~"No, your Highness!" ~"
41 27|          of the proud eye of the Prince prevented him from lying. ~"
42 27|     charges, but, turning to the Prince, continued, -- ~"I have
43 27|      anger. ~"Silence!" said the Prince. ~Then, turning to Boxtel,
44 27|           and recommended by the Prince to the especial surveillance
45 27|         Cornelius de Witt." ~The Prince gave a start, his generally
46 27|    Highness." ~"Go on," said the Prince to Boxtel. ~"I have nothing
47 27|      life." ~"Silence!" said the Prince; "all these affairs of state,
48 27|      whilst turning round to the Prince, "I will tell you the true
49 27|          offered the bulb to the Prince, who took it from her hands
50 27|         attention with which the Prince examined the bulb; and even
51 27|          cry, held it out to the Prince and said, "Read, Monseigneur,
52 27|        Be quiet, and wait." ~The Prince wiped the cold sweat from
53 27|   Good-bye." ~All bowed, and the Prince left, among the deafening
54 29|    attached to the person of the Prince. ~The unfortunate tulip-fancier
55 30|        sisters, had been left by Prince William of Orange at the
56 30|       was ushered, she found the Prince writing. ~He was alone,
57 30|      said. ~Rosa obeyed, for the Prince was fixing his eyes upon
58 30|        retired to the door. ~The Prince finished his letter. ~During
59 30|             Now, my child." ~The Prince was scarcely twenty-three,
60 30|         in the expression of the Prince's face. ~"Monseigneur,"
61 30|           Since when?" asked the Prince. ~"Since the day when I
62 30|       such an awful death." ~The Prince compressed his lips, and
63 30|        You hope in me?" said the Prince. ~"Yes, Monseigneur." ~"
64 30|      Monseigneur." ~"Umph!" ~The Prince sealed the letter which
65 30|         My child," continued the Prince, "the feast of the tulip
66 31|          produced; secondly, the Prince William of Orange, as a
67 31|         It was arranged that the Prince Stadtholder himself should
68 31|       quarter of an hour and the Prince will arrive and the procession
69 31|        placed on its throne, the Prince, yielding precedence to
70 32|          Stadtholder, and if the Prince observed any disturbance,
71 32|      caged. ~"What is this?" the Prince asked the officer, who at
72 32|        words of the all-powerful Prince, who by some secret messenger
73 32|          and he presented to the Prince the affecting spectacle
74 32|     granted this permission, the Prince proceeded on his way over
75 33|         absorbed in watching the Prince, the guilders, the black
76 33|        officers of William. ~The Prince then slowly unfolded the
77 33|     pronouncing these words, the Prince, to judge of the effect
78 33|        the right and left of the Prince. ~Boxtel, thunderstruck,
79 33|         not, my child?" said the Prince. ~"Yes, Monseigneur," stammered
80 33|       This tulip," continued the Prince, "will therefore bear the
81 33|         saluting alternately the Prince and his bride; and who with
82 33|         festival, as neither the Prince nor the President seemed
83 33|          the Hotel de Ville, the Prince, pointing with his finger
84 33|      Cornelius wondered what the Prince was driving at. The latter
85 33|          saying these words, the Prince handed to Cornelius that
86 33|      Holland is now proud." ~The Prince, after these last words,