Chapter

 1 11|   character. I have never seen a woman more fair or more pure than
 2 14|    imagination. ~A flower, and a woman; both of them, as he conceived,
 3 14|       his nurse, the old Frisian woman; and implored any charitable
 4 14|         nurse was a kind-hearted woman, who could not live without
 5 20|     trying in vain to remember a woman to whom Rosa might possibly
 6 21|        to himself, sighing, that woman was not perfect. ~Part of
 7 22|       feeling, but rather like a woman who begins to understand
 8 26|   awakened suspicion. I am but a woman; these men may league themselves
 9 26|          Monseigneur, the guilty woman ---- " ~"The guilty woman,
10 26|        woman ---- " ~"The guilty woman, Sir?" ~"I ought to say,
11 26|              I ought to say, the woman who claims the tulip, Monseigneur,
12 26| political offences. Go on, young woman, go on." ~Van Systens, by
13 27|          the lover of this young woman?" ~Rosa nearly swooned,
14 27|         taken away by this young woman. She carried it to her room,
15 27|          Monseigneur, this young woman may have stolen the bulb,
16 27|        take charge of this young woman and of the tulip. Good-bye." ~
17 30|        the proudest and happiest woman in the world; but ---- " ~"
18 31|          man, and the dowry of a woman, did not consider himself