Chapter

 1 1 |     farther on, John de Witt met a lovely young girl, of
 2 4 |   who followed and those who met it. It rose above the mass
 3 7 |    on the first leaves which met his eye and then exclaimed,
 4 14|    arriving at the prison he met with an honour even greater.
 5 15| Cornelius, which, alas! only met the cold wire-grating. Yet,
 6 18|      my father's look; but I met those of Jacob. ~"It was
 7 22|    sigh of ecstasy; his lips met those of the maiden, --
 8 22| window to the door, his lips met those of Rosa, who told
 9 30|    and his brother Cornelius met with such an awful death." ~
10 33|      but his eyes everywhere met strange faces, and the attention