Chapter

 1 2 |     correspondence." ~"Then we are lost, as far as this life is
 2 2 |          him. In either case he is lost, and so are we. Let us,
 3 3 |         words to be not altogether lost to those about him, -- ~"
 4 3 |        there is not a moment to be lost." ~"Come along, gentlemen,"
 5 4 |    convinced that the prisoner was lost. ~At this moment the roar
 6 4 |          to go any farther; we are lost!" ~"Here they are! here
 7 5 |         estimated how much time is lost simply in shutting his eyes
 8 7 |          Van Baerle would not have lost one moment in satisfying
 9 7 | distinctive perfume, which she has lost in passing from her Eastern
10 12|        Never mind, all this is not lost yet; there is some good
11 13| paving-stone in his way, stumbled, lost his centre of gravity, rolled
12 14|          of them, as he conceived, lost to him for ever. ~Fortunately
13 19|         Rosa or the tulip, the two lost objects of his love. ~In
14 22|          that not a moment must be lost in apprising the President." ~"
15 22|      clouds, and wert for a moment lost to my sight, O Thou merciful
16 22|       present not a minute must be lost. The messenger! the messenger!" ~"
17 24|           Stolen, stolen, and I am lost!" ~"O Cornelius, forgive
18 24|        saying, -- ~"All is not yet lost, Cornelius. Rely on me,
19 26|            me, and then I shall be lost. If I am lost that matters
20 26|           I shall be lost. If I am lost that matters nothing, --
21 28|          my patience, since I have lost the joy and company of Rosa,
22 28|            especially since I have lost my tulip. Undoubtedly, some
23 28|     boiling, so it would be labour lost not to have at least a nice
24 29|         fling it at him, Cornelius lost no time, and availing himself
25 29|          that he was irretrievably lost. ~In fact, appearances were
26 33|          Oh!" sighed Boxtel, "I am lost." ~"This tulip," continued