Chapter

 1 3 |     his burning impatience, so ill concealed at certain times,
 2 5 |    this world a man who wished ill to another. ~And yet it
 3 8 |        not get up to-day, I am ill." ~About nine o'clock he
 4 10|     place, Take care, it bears ill luck to the De Witts!" ~"
 5 17|      the hawk on its prey. ~As ill luck would have it, his
 6 18|     prisoner would have fallen ill but for the counterpoise
 7 19|  Gryphus that his daughter was ill. ~Except on extraordinary
 8 19| inquiry: -- ~"I hope nobody is ill at Loewestein?" ~"Nobody,"
 9 19|      them. Rosa, then, was not ill, she was offended; she had
10 19|     the tulip that has made me ill, but the grief at not seeing
11 20|         and said, -- ~"You are ill, Mynheer Cornelius?" ~"Yes,