Chapter

 1 1 |            from his coach with his servant, and quietly walked across
 2 2 |        Through whom?" ~"Through my servant Craeke, who was to have
 3 2 |      opened the door; the faithful servant was waiting on the threshold. ~"
 4 4 |     another gate." ~And whilst the servant was turning round the vehicle
 5 5 |   confidence, Craeke, the faithful servant, mounted on a good horse,
 6 7 |        asked. ~"Sir," answered the servant, "it is a messenger from
 7 7 |           Craeke! the confidential servant of Mynheer John de Witt?
 8 7 |           Oh, sir! sir!" cried the servant, rushing into the dry-room
 9 7 |         fly! fly quick!" cried the servant. ~"Fly! and what for?" ~"
10 7 |          are coming up!" cried the servant. ~"Oh, my dear child, my
11 8 |          even get up when his only servant -- who envied the lot of
12 8 |          the height of fever. ~His servant entered the room; Boxtel
13 8 | counterpane. ~"Oh, sir!" cried the servant, not without some inkling
14 8 |           At all events," said the servant, "I shall go and inquire
15 8 |        approval of the zeal of his servant by dumb show. ~The man went
16 8 |         Why, to be sure," said the servant to himself, whilst leaving
17 11|          his bulbs, John de Witt's servant entered his dry-room, and
18 11|            like a vague dream; the servant had disappeared, and as
19 14|         but also his pigeons. ~The servant, having been left without
20 14|     hospitality; and when Boxtel's servant reclaimed them with culinary
21 22|           honour to be your humble servant, ~"Rosa Gryphus. ~"That'
22 25|        President," she said to the servant, "that I want to speak to
23 27|        sent to Dort by Craeke, the servant of his brother John, to