Chapter

 1 2 |      the Count opposed the most perfect urbanity. ~"Gentlemen,"
 2 3 | Highness replied, with the most perfect coolness; "God alone knows
 3 5 |         began to enjoy the most perfect unpopularity. To his fellow
 4 6 |       had obtained flowers of a perfect nut-brown, and Boxtel espied
 5 7 |     from the mother bulb, pure, perfect, and entire, and from which
 6 8 |         have divided into three perfect suckers." ~"Oh these bulbs,
 7 10|       to make it flat, and with perfect skill set the bone, adjusted
 8 20|       Cornelius; "and you are a perfect gardener, my pretty Rosa.
 9 21|     sighing, that woman was not perfect. ~Part of the night he thought
10 21|      his dreams was by far more perfect than the Rosa of real life.
11 21|          Rosa, you are the most perfect being on earth!" ~"After
12 31|     black tulip, immaculate and perfect, which should gain for its