Chapter

 1 5 |    drying-rooms, and drawers of bulbs were visited, as the galleries
 2 5 |      the new story set out with bulbs and seedlings of tulips
 3 5 |   chamber where to preserve his bulbs and seedlings; while he,
 4 5 |      apartment might injure his bulbs and seedlings, had taken
 5 6 |         the plants, to tear the bulbs with his teeth, and to sacrifice
 6 6 |      oozing from their bleeding bulbs: how gladly would Van Baerle
 7 6 |   telescope. Boxtel allowed his bulbs to rot in the pits, his
 8 6 |    scattered upon his cherished bulbs. ~But the most curious part
 9 7 |      the room where he kept his bulbs, unless it were to allow
10 7 |    enclosed some newly imported bulbs from Bengal or Ceylon; but
11 7 |      parcel had been made up of bulbs, Boxtel knew his neighbour
12 7 |       which was reserved to his bulbs. ~The parcel thus being
13 7 |       up with his most precious bulbs, to think no more of it,
14 7 |     should come and tear out my bulbs, to boil them as onions
15 7 |  turning his glance towards his bulbs, -- objects of much greater
16 7 |    These are, indeed, beautiful bulbs; how smooth they are, how
17 7 |       name. ~"Oh! these darling bulbs! ~"When my tulip has flowered,"
18 7 |  Maximilian. ~"Oh the admirable bulbs!" ~Thus Cornelius indulged
19 7 | startled, laid his hands on his bulbs, and turned round. ~"Who
20 7 |      his hand which covered the bulbs, so that two of them fell
21 7 |         picking up his precious bulbs, "what's the matter?" ~"
22 7 |   grasping in his hands the two bulbs, and directing his terrified
23 7 |         was for his inestimable bulbs. ~Looking about for a paper
24 7 |          folded in it the three bulbs, secreted them in his bosom,
25 7 |        alighted on about twenty bulbs, carefully arranged and
26 8 |       to keep his most precious bulbs. ~The upshot of all this
27 8 |    knowing to an inch where the bulbs which were to produce the
28 8 |       to his mind: the seedling bulbs might be in the dry-room;
29 8 |          or rather the seedling bulbs within which it was still
30 8 |       the register of seeds and bulbs, which Van Baerle kept in
31 8 |    perfect suckers." ~"Oh these bulbs, these bulbs!" howled Boxtel,
32 8 |           Oh these bulbs, these bulbs!" howled Boxtel, turning
33 8 |       one be separated from his bulbs? Would any one leave them
34 8 |         one live far from one's bulbs, when they enclose the grand
35 8 |        contemplated his darling bulbs. ~"Well, then, after all,"
36 8 |       by a hideous smile. ~"The bulbs are at the Hague," he said, "
37 9 |       from his breast the three bulbs of the black tulip, and
38 11|        to ascertain whether his bulbs were dry, and that he never
39 11|        one of the rarest of his bulbs, John de Witt's servant
40 11|         tulips is proved by the bulbs which leave no doubt of
41 11|       they are won by the three bulbs wrapped up in it, which
42 11|         plant in it these three bulbs. They will flower next May,
43 11|      say, to Rosa Gryphus three bulbs, which I am convinced must
44 11|      wish you to preserve these bulbs as a most precious treasure,
45 12|        there, and also my three bulbs of the black tulip are there." ~
46 13|       not get hold of the three bulbs of the black tulip. ~Boxtel
47 13|         to Gryphus to filch the bulbs which Cornelius van Baerle
48 13|       gold if she would get the bulbs for him. On this, the generous
49 13|    Cornelius would die with the bulbs on his heart. ~But there
50 13|        would have died with his bulbs on his heart. ~Mynheer Boxtel
51 13|         crush those inestimable bulbs? had not he at least taken
52 13|         would take with him his bulbs; and perhaps he would even
53 13|         away Cornelius with his bulbs. But in his hurry he overlooked
54 14|        whose thoughts the three bulbs were never absent, made
55 14|       also of his three darling bulbs. ~He rose, listened once
56 15|        brought back to you your bulbs." ~Cornelius's heart leaped
57 15|       to bring back to you your bulbs, only I did not know how
58 15|   return to Cornelius the three bulbs of the Black Tulip. ~       ~
59 16|       prison, with Rosa and his bulbs, would have appeared to
60 16|      world without Rosa and his bulbs. ~Rosa, in fact, had promised
61 16|   through the grating the three bulbs, which were still wrapped
62 16|        we will divide our three bulbs; you will take one and plant
63 16|        the hand kept one of the bulbs of the great black tulip,
64 16|     heart because they were the bulbs of the great black tulip,
65 16|   almost as much anxiety as his bulbs -- a subject to which he
66 18|         and if he has the other bulbs, we shall find them, as
67 18|      perhaps he has not got his bulbs about him?' ~"'Then take
68 18|       you are very fond of your bulbs." ~"To tell the truth,"
69 18|       not he offer to you tulip bulbs by hundreds?" ~"Indeed he
70 23|            the existence of the bulbs and the endeavours of the
71 23|         Cornelius possessed two bulbs, and the second was intrusted
72 27|    yours?" ~"It is." ~"How many bulbs were there of it?" ~Boxtel
73 27|       were none besides the two bulbs of which he had known already.
74 27|        What has become of these bulbs?" ~"Oh! what has become
75 27|       true story of these three bulbs. The first was crushed by
76 33|       he bequeathed to Rosa his bulbs under condition that she