Chapter

 1  1,3|       prison." ~"And do you know, sir, that we have muskets?"
 2  4,3|           was still closed. ~"Ah! sir," said the gatekeeper, "
 3  7,1|         aloud, - ~"Would you now, sir, please to see my dry-room?" ~
 4  7,2|         Who is here?" he asked. ~"Sir," answered the servant, "
 5  7,2|      Hague! What does he want?" ~"Sir, it is Craeke." ~"Craeke!
 6  7,2|        the matter?" ~"The matter, sir!" said Craeke, laying a
 7  7,3|     people going mad here?" ~"Oh, sir! sir!" cried the servant,
 8  7,3|       going mad here?" ~"Oh, sir! sir!" cried the servant, rushing
 9  7,3|          rule of his house. ~"Oh, sir, fly! fly quick!" cried
10  7,3|             Fly! and what for?" ~"Sir, the house is full of the
11  7,3|           me, do you say?" ~"Yes, sir, and they are headed by
12  7,3|          cried the Doctor. ~"Yes, sir, for in the name of the
13  8,1|      under the counterpane. ~"Oh, sir!" cried the servant, not
14  8,1|        news to his master, - "oh, sir! you do not know, then,
15  8,1|          is impossible." ~"Faith, sir, at any rate that's what
16  8,1|          once more. Be you quiet, sir, I shall let you know all
17  8,1|   returned in half an hour. ~"Oh, sir, all that I told you is
18  8,2|                         2~"Faith, sir, they say - but it is not
19  9,2|       have read it. Well, my good sir, that's what people will
20 10,1|       your pardon, and thank you, sir; the first for what I have
21 10,1|          on you this morning. Oh, sir! this is more than humanity, -
22 10,1|         Is this what you require, sir?" asked Rosa. ~"Yes, mademoiselle,"
23 10,2|              Service for service, sir." ~"What do you mean, my
24 10,2|       Cornelius. ~"I mean to say, sir, that the judge who is to
25 10,2|          I stay." ~"You stay, oh, sir! oh, sir! don't you understand
26 10,2|            You stay, oh, sir! oh, sir! don't you understand that
27 11,2|     appointed?" ~"Twelve o'clock, sir." ~"Indeed," said Cornelius, "
28 11,2|         her heaving breast. ~"Oh, sir, sir!" she said, but sobs
29 11,2|        heaving breast. ~"Oh, sir, sir!" she said, but sobs choked
30 11,2|      forgive him." ~"I thank you, sir," said Rosa. "And now tell
31 11,2|         and assisting me." ~"But, sir, a hundred thousand guilders!" ~"
32 11,3|         girl. ~"Oh, I don't know, sir," she stammered. ~"You don'
33 11,3|         Certainly." ~"Well, then, sir, this money cannot belong
34 14,2|            saying to him, - ~"Oh, sir, sir! here I am!" ~Cornelius
35 14,2|       saying to him, - ~"Oh, sir, sir! here I am!" ~Cornelius
36 17,1|       father, or to you, 'My good sir, or my good miss, my child
37 17,2|     crooked fingers. ~"Take care, sir, take care," said Cornelius,
38 20,2|        Indeed, your instructions, sir," said Rosa, sighing in
39 25,2|          send ambassadors. ~"Yes, sir," answered Rosa; "I come
40 25,2|        tender veneration. ~"Alas! sir, I don't know," said Rosa. ~"
41 25,2|          it?" ~"A very great one, sir; yet not to it, but to me." ~"
42 25,2|          the black tulip?" ~"Yes, sir." ~"Do you know the thief?" ~"
43 25,2|          for whom do you take me, sir?" ~"And for whom do you
44 25,2|           you take me?" ~"I hope, sir, I take you for what you
45 25,2|          just now?" ~"I told you, sir, that my tulip has been
46 25,2|       Boxtel." ~"I repeat to you, sir, that I do not know who
47 25,2|       prize being awarded." ~"Oh, sir!" cried Rosa, "this Boxtel -
48 25,2|        feature." ~"And the tulip, sir? Is it not in a pot of white
49 25,2|           than at the pot." ~"Oh, sir! that's my tulip, which
50 25,2|          cool enough." ~"Honoured sir," a little put out by this
51 25,2|        Good-bye, my child." ~"Oh, sir, sir!" said Rosa, imploringly. ~"
52 25,2|   Good-bye, my child." ~"Oh, sir, sir!" said Rosa, imploringly. ~"
53 26,1|                For Heaven's sake, sir, do not turn me away; listen
54 26,1|         falsehood. I implore you, sir, let this Master Boxtel,
55 26,1|            you are an honest man, sir; how would you feel if one
56 26,1|                 The guilty woman, Sir?" ~"I ought to say, the
57 26,2|            What am I to tell you, sir," said Rosa, "beside that
58 26,2|       Mynheer van Systens. ~"Yes, sir." ~"Then you are an experienced
59 26,2|      Horticultural Society. ~"Ah, sir," said Rosa, addressing
60 26,2|           at Loewestein." ~"Alas! sir." ~"And from what you tell
61 26,2|          of flowers." ~"So it is, sir," Rosa murmured in dismay; "
62 26,2|           her observation. ~"Why, sir?" she asked him. ~"Because
63 26,2|      Loewestein." ~"That is true, sir." ~"Otherwise, you must
64 26,2|           Hague to Loewestein." ~"Sir," said Rosa, blushing. ~"
65 27,2|      Marquis de Louvois." ~"Well, sir, he was ignorant of this
66 27,2|         has been, I swear to you, Sir, no one else but this man
67 29,1|           prisoner?" ~"Here I am, sir," answered Cornelius, growing
68 29,2|          prisoner himself. ~"Yes, sir." ~"Then follow me." ~"Oh!
69 29,2|        not think it very becoming sir, that I should be thus insulted
70 29,2|         him very soundly." ~"But, sir, it was only in self-defence." ~"
71 29,2| meditations he asked, - ~"Please, sir, tell me now, where am I
72 32,1|      conductor. ~"As you may see, sir," replied the officer, "
73 32,1|       postilion. ~"Oh, thank you, Sir, for your kindness," replied
74 32,1|          feast of tulips?" ~"Yes, sir; but as this spectacle displeases
75 32,1|           the prize given to-day, sir?" ~"Yes, the prize for the
76 32,1|        stood on his brow. ~"Alas! sir," he said, "all these good
77 32,1|         do see it." ~"Come along, sir," said the officer. "Now
78 32,1|            have pity, have mercy, sir!" said Van Baerle, "don'
79 32,1|        black? Is it possible? Oh, sir, have you seen it? It must
80 32,1|           of you." ~"Are you mad, Sir? How could I allow such
81 32,2|                 2~"But my orders, Sir, my orders." And the officer
82 32,2|           longer. You don't know, sir, what I suffer. You don'
83 32,2|          Rosa! Oh, I must alight, sir! I must see the flower!
84 33,2|           her honesty. As to you, Sir - thanks to Rosa again,