Chapter

 1  5,2|    drying-rooms, and drawers of bulbs were visited, as the galleries
 2  5,3|      the new story set out with bulbs and seedlings of tulips
 3  5,3|   chamber where to preserve his bulbs and seedlings; while he,
 4  5,3|      apartment might injure his bulbs and seedlings, had taken
 5  6,1|         the plants, to tear the bulbs with his teeth, and to sacrifice
 6  6,2|      oozing from their bleeding bulbs: how gladly would Van Baerle
 7  6,2|   telescope. Boxtel allowed his bulbs to rot in the pits, his
 8  6,2|    scattered upon his cherished bulbs. ~But the most curious part
 9  7,1|      the room where he kept his bulbs, unless it were to allow
10  7,1|    enclosed some newly imported bulbs from Bengal or Ceylon; but
11  7,1|      parcel had been made up of bulbs, Boxtel knew his neighbour
12  7,1|       which was reserved to his bulbs. ~The parcel thus being
13  7,1|       up with his most precious bulbs, to think no more of it,
14  7,2|     should come and tear out my bulbs, to boil them as onions
15  7,2|  turning his glance towards his bulbs, - objects of much greater
16  7,2|    These are, indeed, beautiful bulbs; how smooth they are, how
17  7,2|       name. ~"Oh! these darling bulbs! ~"When my tulip has flowered,"
18  7,2|  Maximilian. ~"Oh the admirable bulbs!" ~Thus Cornelius indulged
19  7,2| startled, laid his hands on his bulbs, and turned round. ~"Who
20  7,2|      his hand which covered the bulbs, so that two of them fell
21  7,2|         picking up his precious bulbs, "what's the matter?" ~"
22  7,3|   grasping in his hands the two bulbs, and directing his terrified
23  7,3|         was for his inestimable bulbs. ~Looking about for a paper
24  7,3|          folded in it the three bulbs, secreted them in his bosom,
25  7,3|        alighted on about twenty bulbs, carefully arranged and
26  8,1|       to keep his most precious bulbs. ~The upshot of all this
27  8,2|    knowing to an inch where the bulbs which were to produce the
28  8,2|       to his mind: the seedling bulbs might be in the dry-room;
29  8,2|          or rather the seedling bulbs within which it was still
30  8,2|       the register of seeds and bulbs, which Van Baerle kept in
31  8,2|    perfect suckers." ~"Oh these bulbs, these bulbs!" howled Boxtel,
32  8,2|           Oh these bulbs, these bulbs!" howled Boxtel, turning
33  8,2|       one be separated from his bulbs? Would any one leave them
34  8,2|         one live far from one's bulbs, when they enclose the grand
35  8,2|        contemplated his darling bulbs. ~"Well, then, after all,"
36  8,2|       by a hideous smile. ~"The bulbs are at the Hague," he said, "
37  9,2|       from his breast the three bulbs of the black tulip, and
38 11,1|        to ascertain whether his bulbs were dry, and that he never
39 11,1|        one of the rarest of his bulbs, John de Witt's servant
40 11,1|         tulips is proved by the bulbs which leave no doubt of
41 11,2|       they are won by the three bulbs wrapped up in it, which
42 11,3|         plant in it these three bulbs. They will flower next May,
43 11,3|      say, to Rosa Gryphus three bulbs, which I am convinced must
44 11,3|      wish you to preserve these bulbs as a most precious treasure,
45 12,1|        there, and also my three bulbs of the black tulip are there." ~
46 13,1|       not get hold of the three bulbs of the black tulip. ~Boxtel
47 13,1|         to Gryphus to filch the bulbs which Cornelius van Baerle
48 13,1|       gold if she would get the bulbs for him. On this, the generous
49 13,1|    Cornelius would die with the bulbs on his heart. ~But there
50 13,2|        would have died with his bulbs on his heart. ~Mynheer Boxtel
51 13,2|         crush those inestimable bulbs? had not he at least taken
52 13,2|         would take with him his bulbs; and perhaps he would even
53 13,2|         away Cornelius with his bulbs. But in his hurry he overlooked
54 14,1|        whose thoughts the three bulbs were never absent, made
55 14,2|       also of his three darling bulbs. ~He rose, listened once
56 15,2|        brought back to you your bulbs." ~Cornelius's heart leaped
57 15,2|       to bring back to you your bulbs, only I did not know how
58 15,2|   return to Cornelius the three bulbs of the Black Tulip. ~ ~ ~
59 16,1|       prison, with Rosa and his bulbs, would have appeared to
60 16,1|      world without Rosa and his bulbs. ~Rosa, in fact, had promised
61 16,1|   through the grating the three bulbs, which were still wrapped
62 16,1|        we will divide our three bulbs; you will take one and plant
63 16,2|        the hand kept one of the bulbs of the great black tulip,
64 16,2|     heart because they were the bulbs of the great black tulip,
65 16,2|   almost as much anxiety as his bulbs - a subject to which he
66 18,2|         and if he has the other bulbs, we shall find them, as
67 18,2|      perhaps he has not got his bulbs about him?' ~"'Then take
68 18,2|       you are very fond of your bulbs." ~"To tell the truth,"
69 18,2|       not he offer to you tulip bulbs by hundreds?" ~"Indeed he
70 23,1|            the existence of the bulbs and the endeavours of the
71 23,1|         Cornelius possessed two bulbs, and the second was intrusted
72 27,2|    yours?" ~"It is." ~"How many bulbs were there of it?" ~Boxtel
73 27,2|       were none besides the two bulbs of which he had known already.
74 27,2|        What has become of these bulbs?" ~"Oh! what has become
75 27,2|       true story of these three bulbs. The first was crushed by
76 33,2|       he bequeathed to Rosa his bulbs under condition that she