Chapter

 1 1 |            for Tyckelaer!" the mob cried in chorus. ~"And let us
 2 1 |            Death to the traitors!" cried the exasperated burghers. ~"
 3 2 |             Why guard the prison?" cried the Orangists. ~"Stop,"
 4 2 |       myself." ~"If you did that," cried the burghers, "we should
 5 2 |          bored here." ~"Yes, yes!" cried a hundred voices; the din
 6 2 |            to him." ~"Quick then," cried John, "as there is still
 7 3 |         order! we want the order!" cried several thousand voices. ~
 8 3 |           have it! we have it!" he cried, brandishing a paper in
 9 3 |      Dastardly ruffians they are," cried the lieutenant. ~It was
10 3 | inconvenient distance. ~"Stop!" he cried, "stop, and keep off from
11 3 |        masters! do you hear them?" cried the coachman, in a deadly
12 3 |             you are right, there!" cried Gryphus; "it's surprising
13 4 |         window. ~"Oh, my masters!" cried the coachman, "it is ---- " ~
14 4 |           at the Tol-Hek. ~"Open!" cried the coachman. ~"Open!" echoed
15 4 |      spurted forth. ~"My brother!" cried John de Witt, trying to
16 4 |       their steps." ~"Gate! gate!" cried a voice which seemed to
17 7 |            here?" ~"Oh, sir! sir!" cried the servant, rushing into
18 7 |          Oh, sir, fly! fly quick!" cried the servant. ~"Fly! and
19 7 |           up! they are coming up!" cried the servant. ~"Oh, my dear
20 7 |          child, my worthy master!" cried the old housekeeper, who
21 7 |           How's that! follow you?" cried the Doctor. ~"Yes, sir,
22 7 |            for that. ~"Arrest me!" cried Cornelius; "but what have
23 8 |           counterpane. ~"Oh, sir!" cried the servant, not without
24 9 |         mad, this new De Witt," he cried, "but all those De Witts
25 9 |          them." ~"Master, master," cried Cornelius, seizing the jailer
26 10|          the De Witts!" ~"Halloa!" cried the jailer, recovering his
27 11|        fetch you. Oh God! Oh God!" cried Rosa, wringing her hands. "
28 15|          say now, Master Gryphus," cried Van Baerle, turning away
29 15|              Halloa! what's this?" cried Gryphus. ~"My pigeons,"
30 15|        Cornelius. ~"Your pigeons," cried the jailer, "your pigeons!
31 17|        answer. ~"Young? handsome?" cried Rosa, bursting into a laugh. "
32 17|              I? nothing, nothing," cried Cornelius, trembling. ~"
33 17|                Leave me my tulip," cried Van Baerle. ~"Ah, yes, tulip,"
34 17|          chatter-box?" the old man cried, boiling with rage and turning
35 17|           devil with your tulips!" cried Cornelius; "you are worthy
36 17|           off." ~"Father, father!" cried Rosa. ~"Yes, yes! it is
37 18|            You have done that,' he cried, 'you have crushed the bulb?' ~"'
38 18|            search for the others?' cried Jacob, taking my father
39 18|           Well, now, are you mad?' cried my father; 'what immense
40 18|       suckers!'" ~"Three suckers!" cried Cornelius. "Did you say
41 18|         vehement desire. ~"No!" he cried at last, with the stoicism
42 20|             Restore me to health?" cried Cornelius; "but have you
43 20|       meant as such. ~"Danger!" he cried, quite alarmed; "what danger?" ~
44 20|         more, pardon me, Rosa!" he cried. "I was wrong in saying
45 20|           you see, there you see!" cried Cornelius. ~"Then, after
46 20|          days." ~"Where? and how?" cried Cornelius. "Good Heaven,
47 20|             That's it! that's it!" cried Cornelius; "and you are
48 21|        tulip," said Rosa. ~"What!" cried Cornelius, "you give me
49 21|          were open. ~"Open, Rosa!" cried Cornelius. "Is the involucrum
50 21|           and I shall not see it," cried Cornelius, starting back, "
51 22|          from on high, my God," he cried, half prostrate, his glowing
52 24|           beg for mercy." ~"Alas!" cried Rosa, sobbing, "can I open
53 24|         the door to me," Cornelius cried in his rage, "I shall force
54 24|     interrupted her. ~"My father!" cried Rosa. ~"Gryphus!" roared
55 25|        have seen the black tulip!" cried Rosa, rushing up to Mynheer
56 25|        being awarded." ~"Oh, sir!" cried Rosa, "this Boxtel -- this
57 26|      Society. ~"But my report!" he cried, -- "my report on the black
58 26|            house. ~"What is this?" cried the burgomaster; "what is
59 26|       reached his anteroom when he cried out aloud on seeing his
60 27|   drawing-room. ~"It is my tulip," cried Rosa, "I recognise it. Oh,
61 27|            and that from my room," cried Rosa, with indignation. ~"
62 27|           I hope to gain." ~"Yah!" cried Rosa, beyond herself with
63 27|         Monseigneur! Monseigneur!" cried Rosa, "Cornelius is not
64 27|  Monseigneur!" ~"He is a De Witt!" cried Boxtel. "His Highness knows
65 27|           be a thief." ~"A thief!" cried Rosa. "Cornelius a thief?
66 27|           said Boxtel. ~"You lie!" cried Rosa. "Monseigneur," she
67 28|           indeed, I threaten you," cried the jailer. ~"And with what?" ~"
68 28|                But that's murder," cried Cornelius, carried away
69 29|           Rosa." ~"Your daughter?" cried Van Baerle. ~"Yes, my daughter
70 29|        Rosa is not at Loewestein?" cried Cornelius. ~"You know well
71 32|            the beautiful colours!" cried Cornelius. ~"Stop, that
72 32|          The tulip." ~"The tulip!" cried Van Baerle, "is to-day the
73 32|          For after all," Cornelius cried in despair, "if this were
74 32|            him. ~"Monseigneur," he cried, "this is the prisoner of