Chapter

 1 2 |             write, when through the white linen bandages drops of
 2 5 |           brick houses, mortared in white lines, standing on the edge
 3 5 |             described, and which -- white, trim, and tidy, even more
 4 6 |       earliest dawn the door of the white house opened, and Van Baerle
 5 6 |         black swan of Horace or the white raven of French tradition. ~
 6 6 |    water-mirrors those intended for white, the pure representation
 7 7 |            from his breast pocket a white parcel, carefully sealed,
 8 9 |          with her left she held her white night-dress closely over
 9 9 |             sheds on the earth as a white mantle. ~Now and then during
10 11|            Cornelius's cell, when a white and trembling arm interposed
11 11|             his heavy keys into the white hand which was stretched
12 16|          Van Baerle pushed back her white hand with the tips of his
13 21|          the two or three leaves of white paper which Rosa had given
14 23|     conveying a large flower-pot of white earthenware from her father'
15 25|          sir? Is it not in a pot of white and blue earthenware, with
16 25|           out Master Boxtel, at the White Swan Inn, and you can then
17 25|          Master Isaac Boxtel at the White Swan Inn." ~And Mynheer
18 26|        found again, started for the White Swan, followed by the boatman,
19 26| aristocratic slowness, ascended the white stone steps of the house. ~
20 26|             His quarters?" ~"At the White Swan; I shall send for him,
21 28|             change black bread into white, won't he die of hunger
22 29|             wait," growled Gryphus, white with rage, and with quivering
23 31|              which was covered with white velvet and fringed with