Chapter
1 2 | mattress. ~"Cornelius, my poor brother, you are suffering
2 2 | you, my brother." ~"Oh, my poor dear Cornelius! I feel most
3 2 | complaint, except once, to say, 'Poor brother!' But now that you
4 2 | and who lives at Dort." ~"Poor honest Van Baerle! who knows
5 2 | secret; it will be his ruin, poor soul!" ~"His ruin?" ~"Yes,
6 2 | will you be able to write, poor old fellow?" John asked,
7 4 | see, Van Deken, that the poor fellow will find the gate
8 4 | may not one save this poor man, who has been your Highness'
9 7 | distribute them among the poor of Dort; and thus the hatred
10 7 | the Haarlem prize to-the poor. And yet ---- " ~Here Cornelius
11 7 | Holland, I shall give to the poor only fifty thousand guilders,
12 8 | happen in the house of the poor doctor to feel any desire
13 9 | was about midnight when poor Van Baerle was locked up
14 11| declaration of love, alas! poor dear, it would be of no
15 11| few minutes more." ~The poor girl was nearly choking
16 11| it is the Bible of your poor godfather, Cornelius de
17 11| made. ~The agony of the poor girl almost overpowered
18 12| than one martyrdom, on the poor tulip-fancier. ~Yet, notwithstanding
19 14| nurse's: in which event the poor prisoner, like the raven
20 15| people, and which was dumb to poor stupid me." ~"So you have
21 16| will you still look at poor Rosa, the daughter of a
22 17| and who knows you. Alas, poor Sue! she would come herself,
23 17| with the exception of my poor old Sue, I have no friends
24 17| upon it. But good night, my poor captive gentleman." ~"How?
25 17| cry of agony, uttered by poor Rosa, who, trembling and
26 17| spiteful fellow to rob a poor prisoner of his only consolation,
27 18| directly, friend Jacob." ~Poor Cornelius, thus left alone
28 18| asking 'And what did that poor young man say?' ~"I did
29 18| pastime is of value. This poor Mynheer van Baerle amused
30 19| And The Flower~ But poor Rosa, in her secluded chamber,
31 19| flowers, rather than upon poor Rosa, the jailer's lowly
32 19| this terrible night the poor girl did not close an eye,
33 19| most diligently to reading poor Cornelius de Witt's Bible,
34 19| one moment he loved me." ~Poor Rosa! she was mistaken.
35 19| grated window, the cell of poor Cornelius, and which, in
36 19| with it the thought of his poor tulip. It was now just that
37 20| to me?" ~Saying this, the poor prisoner looked at Rosa,
38 20| indifference with which the poor girl affected to speak of
39 20| defending yourself; but to my poor tulip, when it is in danger,
40 20| sigh; and now you expect poor me to sacrifice to you all
41 20| sigh at the thought, that, poor captive as he was, to him
42 21| beautiful golden tresses. ~Poor girl! she had no idea that
43 22| will, for if I did, being a poor prisoner, people might,
44 22| He was well again, the poor invalid; the wretched captive
45 23| Rival~ And in fact the poor young people were in great
46 23| chapter, we said that the poor young people were in great
47 24| not my fault, my friend." ~Poor Rosa! she no longer dared
48 24| each other? How should I, a poor girl, with so little knowledge
49 24| followed her, growling. ~As to poor Cornelius, he gradually
50 26| experienced florist; I am only a poor girl, one of the people,
51 26| But by whom else?" ~"By a poor prisoner of Loewestein." ~"
52 27| I recognise it. Oh, my poor Cornelius!" ~And saying
53 29| grant such an honour to poor Mathias." ~"Come, come!"
54 29| It was written," thought poor Cornelius, "that I should
55 29| failed to tell him. ~What the poor prisoner was most afraid
56 29| bounden duty. ~But Rosa, poor girl! must he die without
57 29| tears at such a crisis the poor wretch's heart must have
58 29| passing my house, whether my poor borders have been much spoiled." ~ ~
59 31| heavy cakes; nor in the poor young peasants, gnawing
60 32| which we have tried -- with poor success, no doubt -- to
61 32| officer supported him, our poor friend would have made his
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