Chapter

  1  1,3|        Rosa; how is my brother?" ~"Oh, Mynheer John!" the young
  2  1,3|         are going to do to him." ~"Oh, yes," said De Witt, "you
  3  2,2|            see you, my brother." ~"Oh, my poor dear Cornelius!
  4  2,2|      tumult?" ~"Yes, Cornelius." ~"Oh! that's what I heard just
  5  3,1|         let us hear the debate." ~"Oh, Monseigneur! Monseigneur!
  6  3,2|        Rosa, trembling all over. ~"Oh, Mynheer John," she said, "
  7  4,1|    Highness, growing quite pale. ~"Oh, Monseigneur, he says a
  8  4,1|         out of the coach window. ~"Oh, my masters!" cried the
  9  4,1|          coachman. ~"With the key! Oh, yes! but if you have not
 10  4,1|         taking away into exile." ~"Oh, Mynheer de Witt! I am indeed
 11  4,3|           hands before his eyes. ~"Oh, you close your eyes, do
 12  4,3|          De Witt have been served! Oh thou Sun! thou Sun! as truly
 13  7,2|           I have given his name. ~"Oh! these darling bulbs! ~"
 14  7,2|          which is called Ceylon, - oh, what glory! I must say,
 15  7,2|           Caesar, or Maximilian. ~"Oh the admirable bulbs!" ~Thus
 16  7,3|          people going mad here?" ~"Oh, sir! sir!" cried the servant,
 17  7,3|        strict rule of his house. ~"Oh, sir, fly! fly quick!" cried
 18  7,3|          up!" cried the servant. ~"Oh, my dear child, my worthy
 19  8,1|           under the counterpane. ~"Oh, sir!" cried the servant,
 20  8,1|   agreeable news to his master, - "oh, sir! you do not know, then,
 21  8,1|        returned in half an hour. ~"Oh, sir, all that I told you
 22  8,2|           Mynheer John de Witt." ~"Oh," muttered, or rather growled
 23  8,2|          three perfect suckers." ~"Oh these bulbs, these bulbs!"
 24  8,2|            frenzy, he called out, "Oh wretch that I am! Oh thrice
 25  8,2|         out, "Oh wretch that I am! Oh thrice fool Boxtel! Would
 26 10,1|        heaped on you this morning. Oh, sir! this is more than
 27 10,2|           but I stay." ~"You stay, oh, sir! oh, sir! don't you
 28 10,2|        stay." ~"You stay, oh, sir! oh, sir! don't you understand
 29 11,2|           on her heaving breast. ~"Oh, sir, sir!" she said, but
 30 11,2|           Rosa. "And now tell me - oh, tell me - can I do anything
 31 11,2|          out this last thought." ~"Oh, Mynheer Cornelius, speak,
 32 11,3|           of the afflicted girl. ~"Oh, I don't know, sir," she
 33 11,3|           are coming to fetch you. Oh God! Oh God!" cried Rosa,
 34 11,3|       coming to fetch you. Oh God! Oh God!" cried Rosa, wringing
 35 11,3|            a low voice, "for that, oh! that is impossible for
 36 14,2|         window, saying to him, - ~"Oh, sir, sir! here I am!" ~
 37 14,2|          uttered a cry of joy, - ~"Oh, Rosa, Rosa!" ~"Hush! let
 38 14,2|       often as I can manage it." ~"Oh, Rosa, my beautiful Rosa,
 39 15,1|           know Mynheer Grotius?" ~"Oh, yes, that rogue Grotius,
 40 15,1| astonishing how people do meet." ~"Oh, yes; and it's really a
 41 15,1|         from Christian charity." ~"Oh, indeed! explain that a
 42 15,2|         the stairs, "here I am." ~"Oh, my good Rosa." ~"You are
 43 15,2|           for an hour with you." ~"Oh, I thank you, Rosa, dear
 44 15,2|            had intrusted to her. ~"Oh, you have preserved them,
 45 15,2|    fortunately, you are alive now. Oh how I blessed his Highness
 46 15,2|            brought me your letter. Oh, how we wept together! But
 47 15,2|       which were written to me." ~"Oh, you received letters, Rosa?" ~"
 48 16,2|         except by our own will." ~"Oh, then, we have an eternity
 49 16,2|     protruding. And yours Rosa?" ~"Oh, I have done things on a
 50 16,2|         But what shall we read?" ~"Oh," said Rosa, "I have a book, -
 51 17,1|       inquiries after its cause. ~"Oh! do not be angry with me,"
 52 17,1|        without his noticing it." ~"Oh, yes, yes, he is in love
 53 17,1|            your tulip going on?" ~"Oh, Rosa, only imagine my joy,
 54 17,1|          shall I plant my bulb?" ~"Oh, the first favourable day
 55 17,2|         the bottom of all this." ~"Oh, my good Master Gryphus,"
 56 17,2|            have just destroyed." ~"Oh, so!" Gryphus said, in a
 57 18,1|            he asked his friend." ~"Oh, what a worthy man is this
 58 18,2|          it?" ~"In what manner?" ~"Oh, it would be very easy!" ~"
 59 18,2|            shall do as he does." ~"Oh!" said Rosa, with a sigh, "
 60 20,1|          rival, the black tulip. ~"Oh!" muttered Cornelius, "again!
 61 20,1|           thoughts were running. ~"Oh, pardon me, Rosa!" he said, "
 62 20,1|          visitor of the garden." ~"Oh, the wretch!" muttered Cornelius,
 63 20,1|         cold sweat from his brow. "Oh, the wretch! I guessed his
 64 20,1|         the door of my chamber." ~"Oh! then it is with you in
 65 20,2|          better than you do me." ~"Oh, my dear, dear Rosa! look
 66 21,1|         time; I am very hungry." ~"Oh! you are hungry, are you?"
 67 21,2|            At least two inches." ~"Oh, Rosa, take good care of
 68 21,2|        grow jealous in my turn." ~"Oh, you know that to think
 69 21,2|            Cornelius, trembling. ~"Oh," answered Rosa, "it is
 70 21,2|            his hands, he said, - ~"Oh, there is not an angel in
 71 21,2|        cull it, if you wish it." ~"Oh, no, no, Rosa! when it is
 72 21,2|             Rosa?" ~Rosa smiled. ~"Oh, yes!" she said. ~"Enough?"
 73 21,2|         three hundred guilders." ~"Oh, if you have three hundred
 74 21,2|           become of the flower?" ~"Oh, the flower! you must take
 75 21,2|        that's true, my sweet Rosa. Oh, my God! how wicked men
 76 21,2|        should not flower black!" ~"Oh, surely, surely, you will
 77 22,1|             it would be stolen." ~"Oh!" ~"Did you not tell me
 78 22,1|          find it open?" ~"Well?" ~"Oh, Rosa, whenever it opens,
 79 22,1|       again, Mynheer Cornelius." ~"Oh, say 'Good night, my friend.'" ~"
 80 22,1|           My very dear friend.'" ~"Oh, my friend - " ~"Very dear
 81 22,1|             your soft, rosy cheek. Oh, Rosa, give it me of your
 82 22,2|           and religious fervour. ~"Oh Thou art always watching
 83 22,2|         and was nearly fainting. ~"Oh!" muttered he, "my God,
 84 22,2|          letter, I will direct it. Oh, he is very well known:
 85 24,1|         Tell me, explain to me." ~"Oh, it is not my fault, my
 86 24,1|            first bulb of my tulip. Oh, the wretch! he is an accomplice
 87 24,1|        loud, for Heaven's sake!" ~"Oh, Rosa, if you don't open
 88 24,2|      Gryphus!" roared Van Baerle. "Oh, you villain!" ~Old Gryphus,
 89 25,2|            prize being awarded." ~"Oh, sir!" cried Rosa, "this
 90 25,2|          basket on three sides?" ~"Oh, as to that I am not quite
 91 25,2|         flower than at the pot." ~"Oh, sir! that's my tulip, which
 92 25,2|        before you and from you." ~"Oh! oh!" said Van Systens,
 93 25,2|           you and from you." ~"Oh! oh!" said Van Systens, looking
 94 25,2|             Good-bye, my child." ~"Oh, sir, sir!" said Rosa, imploringly. ~"
 95 26,1|          Horticultural Society." ~"Oh, Monseigneur, Monseigneur!"
 96 26,1|          but ---- ~"What is it?" ~"Oh, nothing of any consequence,
 97 27,1|       cried Rosa, "I recognise it. Oh, my poor Cornelius!" ~And
 98 27,1|     impostor and her witnesses." ~"Oh, my God, my God! what infamous
 99 27,2|            more than of the first. Oh, would to Heaven that you
100 27,2|          become of these bulbs?" ~"Oh! what has become of them?
101 28,1|           both of us. Rosa, - but, oh Heaven, Gryphus is her father!
102 28,2|          threaten me with that." ~"Oh, you don't suppose! why
103 28,2|          is to mine." ~"How so?" ~"Oh, it's a very simple thing." ~"
104 28,2|           answered with a growl. ~"Oh! you confess, then, that
105 29,2|         sir." ~"Then follow me." ~"Oh! oh!" said Cornelius, whose
106 29,2|             Then follow me." ~"Oh! oh!" said Cornelius, whose
107 32,1|          play a principal part." ~"Oh, the sweet scents! oh, the
108 32,1|              Oh, the sweet scents! oh, the beautiful colours!"
109 32,1|         was acting as postilion. ~"Oh, thank you, Sir, for your
110 32,1|          Now we must drive off." ~"Oh, have pity, have mercy,
111 32,1|       Quite black? Is it possible? Oh, sir, have you seen it?
112 32,2|           stopped him once more. ~"Oh, be forbearing, be generous!
113 32,2|         has been stolen from Rosa! Oh, I must alight, sir! I must
114 33,1|      general murmur of applause. ~"Oh!" muttered Cornelius, "she
115 33,1|        flower was stolen from her. Oh! that's why she left Loewestein.
116 33,1|           best friend on earth?" ~"Oh!" sighed Boxtel, "I am lost." ~"