Chapter

 1 1 |  apprise the reader -- our old friend, to whom we are wont on
 2 4 |    this one for you; do it, my friend." ~The last words were addressed
 3 5 |     master, and of Mieris, his friend. Was it not possible, that,
 4 11|   senseless, still obeying her friend, had pressed her hand on
 5 12|       proud of having been the friend of that illustrious John,
 6 13|     had suspected to be a warm friend of the prisoner, making
 7 13|    gave himself out as a great friend of the condemned man; and
 8 13|       inanimate remains of his friend. ~The thing was, moreover,
 9 15|     yes, that rogue Grotius, a friend of that villain Barneveldt,
10 15|   unfortunate gentlemen was my friend, and the other my second
11 15|      she answered, "I got some friend to read them to me, which
12 17|     taken such a fancy to this friend who is so assiduous in visiting
13 17|     between her father and her friend. ~Gryphus then understood
14 18|    shall be with you directly, friend Jacob." ~Poor Cornelius,
15 18|       If you only knew how his friend scolded him!" ~"Ah, Master
16 18|       Well, being asked by his friend, my father told at supper
17 18|        mad, too?' he asked his friend." ~"Oh, what a worthy man
18 21|       breakfast." ~"Thank you, friend Cerberus," said the prisoner; "
19 21|    guard." ~"Be on your guard, friend Gryphus; be on your guard
20 22|        Oh, say 'Good night, my friend.'" ~"Good night, my friend,"
21 22|     friend.'" ~"Good night, my friend," said Rosa, a little consoled. ~"
22 22| consoled. ~"Say, 'My very dear friend.'" ~"Oh, my friend -- " ~"
23 22|        dear friend.'" ~"Oh, my friend -- " ~"Very dear friend,
24 22|        friend -- " ~"Very dear friend, I entreat you, say 'very
25 22|        him, -- ~"Cornelius, my friend, my very dear friend, and
26 22|        my friend, my very dear friend, and very happy friend,
27 22|    dear friend, and very happy friend, come, come quickly." ~Cornelius
28 23|    recognized in Jacob our old friend, or rather enemy, Isaac
29 24|         it is not my fault, my friend." ~Poor Rosa! she no longer
30 24|     how can we do all this, my friend, without letting my father
31 24|      merciful, be merciful, my friend!" ~"I tell you, Rosa, that
32 24|        kissed her hands to her friend; then, suddenly struck with
33 24|  imagined, having informed his friend Gryphus of his sudden departure. ~
34 29|  presents itself. In truth, my friend, I'm very much obliged to
35 31|       learned discourse of our friend Van Systens, however eloquent
36 32|        supported him, our poor friend would have made his thanks
37 33|     her whom I thought my best friend on earth?" ~"Oh!" sighed
38 33|      Cornelius de Witt and the friend of his brother John. Remain