Chapter

1 7 |       broom of an old Frisian housekeeper, who had been his nurse,
2 7 | worthy master!" cried the old housekeeper, who now likewise made her
3 7 |     the soldiers rising. ~The housekeeper raised her hands to heaven. ~
4 8 |   solitary light, that of the housekeeper, was burning in the house. ~
5 14|   read myself, but which your housekeeper read to me, I hastened to
6 15|      of Loewestein, when your housekeeper brought me your letter.
7 15|       so much so as when your housekeeper brought me your letter.
8 33|      who sent her lover's old housekeeper as a messenger to her father,