Chapter

 1 7 |      now, sir, please to see my dry-room?" ~The dry-room, this pantheon,
 2 7 |       to see my dry-room?" ~The dry-room, this pantheon, this sanctum
 3 7 |         the mere mention of the dry-room, therefore, the servants
 4 7 |  Cornelius was therefore in his dry-room, with his feet resting on
 5 7 |          Craeke rushed into the dry-room. ~This abrupt entrance was
 6 7 |    Craeke! thus to rush into my dry-room; let us now look after the
 7 7 |       his pets, the door of the dry-room was so violently shaken,
 8 7 |       servant, rushing into the dry-room with a much paler face and
 9 7 |      made her appearance in the dry-room, "take your gold, your jewelry,
10 7 |         apartment you call your dry-room?" he asked. ~"The very same
11 8 |       the laboratory, or at the dry-room. ~He knew too well what
12 8 |  seedling bulbs might be in the dry-room; it was therefore only requisite
13 8 | difficult, as the sashes of the dry-room might be raised like those
14 8 |    ladder, and slipped into the dry-room. ~On reaching this sanctuary
15 8 |  turning over everything in the dry-room, "where could he have concealed
16 11|      Witt's servant entered his dry-room, and handed to him a paper,
17 23|         Dort he had watched the dry-room of Cornelius. ~He had not
18 23|      introduce himself into the dry-room of Cornelius, through an
19 31|       the drawer in Cornelius's dry-room to the scaffold of the Buytenhof,