Chapter

 1  1,1|          a great man is found to head the execution of vast and
 2  1,3|          he took his post at the head of his troops, whilst the
 3  3,2|     waters from a spout. ~At the head of the first group, man
 4  3,3|        there is in such a little head!" ~Then, as the gate began
 5  3,3|        trap-door closed over his head, just as the broken gate
 6  4,1|          asked John, putting his head out of the coach window. ~"
 7  4,1|          as John de Witt put his head out of the carriage window,
 8  4,1|      Pensionary, putting out his head from the window, and risking
 9  4,2|          Behind him appeared the head of the officer, almost as
10  4,2|       feeble cry, and turned his head away; the brother of the
11  5,2|        rate, he took it into his head to select for himself, from
12 11,2|    executioner would cut off his head." ~As this deliberation
13 11,3|        said, without raising her head, "I will do anything you
14 12,1|    sincere joy, that, laying his head on the block, and keeping
15 12,1|         was about to fall on his head, and to engulf his life. ~
16 13,2|   brandishing his sword over the head of Cornelius, instead of
17 13,2|          instead of cutting that head off? ~But when he saw the
18 14,1| consideration of six stivers per head. ~This being just double
19 15,1|         me your new jailer. I am head turnkey, and have all the
20 15,1|           Not to have cut off my head? thank you, Master Gryphus." ~"
21 15,1|         Baerle, turning away his head to conceal his disgust. "
22 15,2|         promise, Gryphus put his head out of the window to examine
23 16,2|       struck, Rosa drew back her head, and stretched out her hand. ~
24 17,1|      said Cornelius, shaking his head uneasily as every new incident
25 17,2|       trembled much less for his head than for his jug. ~He therefore
26 17,2|        have flung it on the bald head of old Gryphus. ~But a cry
27 17,2|        wrong in not cutting your head off." ~"Father, father!"
28 19,1|  Cornelius did not even turn his head; he had heard the heavy
29 19,2|     prostration, stretch out his head through the iron bars of
30 20,2|           Rosa." ~Rosa shook her head, after which followed a
31 20,2|          small feet, and a noble head; in short, I am speaking
32 24,2|        grasped convulsively. His head was heavy, his eyes almost
33 25,2|        the stem of a flower, his head forming its chalice, and
34 26,2|        the President, raised his head, and said, in his clear
35 27,1|     father?" ~Rosa hung down her head, and, nearly choking, said, - ~"
36 27,2|       Soon, however, raising his head with an effort, he said,
37 28,1|   window-sill and supporting his head with his two hands, whilst
38 28,1|          bring new storms on his head. ~But how should he write?
39 28,1|          which never entered his head whilst he could see Rosa
40 28,2|   flourished his stick above his head, but Van Baerle moved not,
41 29,1|        hot, and thrown it at the head of the chief turnkey, who
42 29,2|          heart, and carrying his head erect. ~Cornelius counted
43 29,2|          he muttered, bowing his head; then, turning towards the
44 31,1|         and the curious. ~At the head of the notables and of the
45 31,1|    President, who marched at the head of his Committee carrying
46 32,2|       heaved a sigh and hung his head. His good-tempered honest