Chapter

 1 8 |       that very spot where, some hours before, the unfortunate
 2 15|         necks before twenty-four hours are over: you may be sure
 3 16|         beguile those long weary hours when I cannot see you. I
 4 17|        He never came at the same hours as he hoped thus to discover
 5 19|         companion for the dreary hours of his captivity, when it
 6 19| intensity. ~But another time the hours passed away without bringing
 7 21|          which give wings to the hours; they spoke of everything
 8 21|           That meant seventy-two hours given to the lover to be
 9 21|           but it was seventy-two hours stolen from the horticulturist. ~
10 21|  consolation: of the seventy-two hours during which Rosa would
11 22|         may be at Haarlem in ten hours; you will give me paper
12 23|          one of those delightful hours which Rosa and Cornelius
13 25|       been on their way for five hours, and made more than eight
14 25|     after having stopped for two hours at Rotterdam, had started
15 25|        she reached Haarlem, four hours after Boxtel had arrived
16 25|         the black tulip only two hours ago." ~"You have seen the
17 27|       doubt that, during the few hours which she kept the flower
18 29|          was taken within twelve hours from his cell, then led
19 29|            Ah! ah! within twelve hours, you say?" ~"Yes, the twelfth
20 29|    rascal talked to me of twelve hours!" ~"Ah! what did I tell
21 29|           You promised me twelve hours." ~"Ah, yes, but here comes
22 30|         Zee on his right. ~Three hours after, he entered Haarlem. ~