Chapter

 1 8 |            I shall not get up to-day, I am ill." ~About nine
 2 8 | Boxtel read these lines: -- ~"To-day, 20th of August, 1672, I
 3 10|    you to-morrow has inquired to-day for the room in which you
 4 11|        to take place?" ~"Why, to-day," answered the Recorder,
 5 11|      preserved it as a relic. To-day I brought it to you, for
 6 16|     Why to-morrow?" ~"Because to-day our hour is expired, and
 7 22|       Father everlasting! But to-day, this evening, and to-night,
 8 32|  feast of which is celebrated to-day." ~"And what flower is that?" ~"
 9 32|         cried Van Baerle, "is to-day the feast of tulips?" ~"
10 32|            Is the prize given to-day, sir?" ~"Yes, the prize