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 1 2 |    cause; nor did he get up to look out of the narrow grated
 2 2 |    fellow?" John asked, with a look on the scorched and bruised
 3 4 |       out the cell of the man. Look, look! is not that the window
 4 4 |     the cell of the man. Look, look! is not that the window
 5 4 |    cannot be true." ~"However, look!" said the officer. ~And
 6 4 |       the gate by day." ~"Just look!" ~John de Witt leaned out
 7 4 |   matter again?" asked John. ~"Look there!" said the coachman. ~
 8 4 |   mangled by the torture. Only look, look!" ~"Indeed, it is
 9 4 |        the torture. Only look, look!" ~"Indeed, it is Cornelius,
10 4 |        I request you to go and look after my troops, that they
11 4 |      thou Sun, thou hadst best look to thy rays!" ~And the young
12 6 | whenever he thought he saw him look happy, or descried a smile
13 7 |        my dry-room; let us now look after the other." ~And without
14 7 |        imputation. ~"Now don't look astonished, if you please." ~"
15 8 |   doctor to feel any desire to look into it. He did not even
16 9 |   bending over the banister to look down upon the sweet face
17 9 |     the window, and cast a sad look round the circular yard
18 10|     harm can they do to me?" ~"Look at that gibbet." ~"But I
19 11|    gave himself the trouble to look for it. ~Cornelius himself
20 11|      Cornelius turned round to look from whom it came; but Rosa,
21 11|      with his eyes the angelic look of Rosa, but he saw, behind
22 12|       when he would be able to look with pity on this earth,
23 13|       and he obeyed. ~His last look was towards the Buytenhof.
24 14|   river, and casting a longing look to the windmills of his
25 15|     well," said Gryphus, "just look sharp: that's what I shall
26 15|    Master Gryphus." ~"Just so, look whether the Mynheer de Witt
27 15|    exclaimed Cornelius, with a look beaming with love and joy. ~
28 16|      for the latter one, and I look beforehand on this unfortunate
29 16|      own horse, will you still look at poor Rosa, the daughter
30 17|       laugh. "He is hideous to look at; crooked, nearly fifty
31 17|        age, and never dares to look me in the face, or to speak,
32 18| prisoner asked, with a doleful look. ~"I know it because he
33 18|      away to avoid my father's look; but I met those of Jacob. ~"
34 18|  ground; leave the garden, but look through the keyhole of the
35 19|    Thus Cornelius did not even look at Gryphus. ~And yet he
36 20|     would not, understand this look, Rosa answered gravely, -- ~"
37 20|        Oh, my dear, dear Rosa! look how my hands tremble; look
38 20|     look how my hands tremble; look at my pale cheek, hear how
39 21|   certainly never did prisoner look with greater complacency
40 26|        Van Systens exchanged a look with the Prince, who, since
41 27|      made her a sign to go and look through the open door into
42 27|        and have such an honest look, that I am inclined to believe
43 27|      Stadtholder exchanged one look only. ~That of Rosa was
44 28|         there was no future to look forward to. ~Alas! Rosa,
45 28|    with what?" ~"First of all, look at what I have in my hand." ~"
46 29|       what direction he should look to find it? ~In truth, to
47 29|          In vain did Cornelius look to the right and to the
48 32|     don't take me away! Let me look once more! Is what I see
49 33|        and who with a grateful look to heaven, returned his