Chapter

 1  1,1|    thoughtful image of the young Prince William of Orange. ~The
 2  1,1|         the future, was William, Prince of Orange, son of William
 3  1,1|         the hope which the young Prince might have entertained of
 4  1,2|    dignity of Stadtholder on the Prince of Orange merely vi coactus,
 5  1,2|      enthusiastic cheers for the Prince of Orange, and groans and
 6  4,2|      more than I do myself," the Prince gruffly replied. ~The officer
 7  4,3|        of a man in a hurry. ~The Prince, turning round, observed
 8  4,3|       Captain bowed, allowed the Prince to ride ahead and, for the
 9  4,3|        thy rays!" ~And the young Prince, the relentless rival of
10  5,2|       within musket-shot of the "Prince," with the Duke of York (
11  9,2|      enemies of his Highness the Prince of Orange." ~"The brothers
12 11,1|       was, that his Highness the Prince Stadtholder of Holland would
13 12,1|           His Highness, William, Prince of Orange, very likely afraid
14 14,1|         when the clemency of the Prince of Orange sent the tulip-fancier
15 14,2|       there I remained until the Prince should come to the dairy;
16 14,2|      fortress of Loewestein. The Prince could not have suspected
17 15,2|       have wished him, certainly Prince William will be the happiest
18 16,1| rebellion against such a clement prince as the Stadtholder. ~Three
19 17,2|         a conspiracy against the Prince of Orange, rushed up to
20 23,1|    detriment of his Highness the Prince of Orange. ~At first he
21 26,1|       the flower here?" said the Prince, who, very likely, already
22 26,2|       and showing the way to the Prince. ~His Highness was just
23 26,2|          Frisian girl," said the Prince, as he observed Rosa's gold
24 26,2|      round, but scarcely saw the Prince, who seated himself in the
25 26,2|        exchanged a look with the Prince, who, since the first words
26 26,2|    jailer of the fortress." ~The Prince made a little movement,
27 26,2|         that Van Systens and the Prince answered simultaneously
28 26,2|        Loewestein?" repeated the Prince. ~The tone of his voice
29 26,2|      state, then," continued the Prince, "as there are none else
30 26,2|      exclaimed Van Systens. ~The Prince, observing the fright of
31 26,2|       the impassible mien of the Prince, did not fail to take effect
32 26,2|        Systens. ~"But," said the Prince, "it cannot be long since
33 26,2|   returned, and announced to the Prince that the person whom he
34 27,1|    deposited it on a table. ~The Prince, on being informed, left
35 27,1|         he!" she exclaimed. ~The Prince made her a sign to go and
36 27,1|       she burst into tears. ~The Prince rose from his seat, went
37 27,1|         Master Boxtel," said the Prince, "come in here, if you please." ~
38 27,1|       shock. ~"Ah!" muttered the Prince to himself, "he is confused." ~
39 27,1|         suddenly recognising the Prince. ~"But," continued the Stadtholder, "
40 27,1|       this young girl?" said the Prince. ~"No, your Highness!" ~"
41 27,1|          of the proud eye of the Prince prevented him from lying. ~"
42 27,1|     charges, but, turning to the Prince, continued, - ~"I have now
43 27,1|      anger. ~"Silence!" said the Prince. ~Then, turning to Boxtel,
44 27,1|           and recommended by the Prince to the especial surveillance
45 27,1|         Cornelius de Witt." ~The Prince gave a start, his generally
46 27,1|    Highness." ~"Go on," said the Prince to Boxtel. ~"I have nothing
47 27,2|      life." ~"Silence!" said the Prince; "all these affairs of state,
48 27,2|      whilst turning round to the Prince, "I will tell you the true
49 27,2|          offered the bulb to the Prince, who took it from her hands
50 27,2|         attention with which the Prince examined the bulb; and even
51 27,2|          cry, held it out to the Prince and said, "Read, Monseigneur,
52 27,2|        Be quiet, and wait." ~The Prince wiped the cold sweat from
53 27,2|   Good-bye." ~All bowed, and the Prince left, among the deafening
54 29,2|    attached to the person of the Prince. ~The unfortunate tulip-fancier
55 30,1|        sisters, had been left by Prince William of Orange at the
56 30,1|       was ushered, she found the Prince writing. ~He was alone,
57 30,1|      said. ~Rosa obeyed, for the Prince was fixing his eyes upon
58 30,1|        retired to the door. ~The Prince finished his letter. ~During
59 30,1|             Now, my child." ~The Prince was scarcely twenty-three,
60 30,1|         in the expression of the Prince's face. ~"Monseigneur,"
61 30,1|           Since when?" asked the Prince. ~"Since the day when I
62 30,1|       such an awful death." ~The Prince compressed his lips, and
63 30,1|        You hope in me?" said the Prince. ~"Yes, Monseigneur." ~"
64 30,1|      Monseigneur." ~"Umph!" ~The Prince sealed the letter which
65 30,1|         My child," continued the Prince, "the feast of the tulip
66 31,1|          produced; secondly, the Prince William of Orange, as a
67 31,2|         It was arranged that the Prince Stadtholder himself should
68 31,2|       quarter of an hour and the Prince will arrive and the procession
69 31,2|        placed on its throne, the Prince, yielding precedence to
70 32,2|          Stadtholder, and if the Prince observed any disturbance,
71 32,2|      caged. ~"What is this?" the Prince asked the officer, who at
72 32,2|        words of the all-powerful Prince, who by some secret messenger
73 32,2|          and he presented to the Prince the affecting spectacle
74 32,2|     granted this permission, the Prince proceeded on his way over
75 33,1|         absorbed in watching the Prince, the guilders, the black
76 33,1|        officers of William. ~The Prince then slowly unfolded the
77 33,1|     pronouncing these words, the Prince, to judge of the effect
78 33,1|        the right and left of the Prince. ~Boxtel, thunderstruck,
79 33,1|         not, my child?" said the Prince. ~"Yes, Monseigneur," stammered
80 33,1|       This tulip," continued the Prince, "will therefore bear the
81 33,1|         saluting alternately the Prince and his bride; and who with
82 33,1|         festival, as neither the Prince nor the President seemed
83 33,1|          the Hotel de Ville, the Prince, pointing with his finger
84 33,2|      Cornelius wondered what the Prince was driving at. The latter
85 33,2|          saying these words, the Prince handed to Cornelius that
86 33,2|      Holland is now proud." ~The Prince, after these last words,