Chapter

 1  1,1|       becoming Stadtholder. But God laughs at the presumption
 2  2,2|    Antwerp." ~"With the help of God, Cornelius, we'll at least
 3  2,2|   nothing but of flowers and of God who made them. You have
 4  3,2|         most perfect coolness; "God alone knows what is going
 5  3,2|        my child. Why should not God speak by your mouth?" ~"
 6  3,3|    never express our gratitude. God will reward you for having
 7  3,3|           But our prisoners?" ~"God will watch over them, and
 8  4,1|     said John to the coachman, "God commands man to do all that
 9  4,3|      noble as he in the eyes of God and man. ~ ~
10  5,2|        arousing the jealousy of God. ~Soon people from Dort
11  6,1|    despise flowers is to offend God." ~From that premise the
12  6,1|    despise flowers is to offend God. ~"The more beautiful the
13  6,1|        the more does one offend God in despising it. ~"The tulip
14  6,1|      despises the tulip offends God beyond measure." ~By reasoning
15  9,1|        had rendered his soul to God. Then, taking up his cresset,
16  9,2|        all the sufferings which God might ordain for him. ~Then
17 11,1|         described; I vow before God that I was, and am still,
18 11,2|         to make your peace with God," said the Recorder, bowing
19 11,2|       you?" ~"I have worshipped God all my life, I have worshipped
20 11,3|   although innocent, my soul to God on the scaffold, I bequeath
21 11,3|         mine combined. ~"So may God grant me mercy, and to her
22 11,3|         coming to fetch you. Oh God! Oh God!" cried Rosa, wringing
23 11,3|        to fetch you. Oh God! Oh God!" cried Rosa, wringing her
24 14,2|    hempseed. ~Chance, or rather God, for we can see the hand
25 14,2|      for we can see the hand of God in everything, had willed
26 15,2|        Highness in my heart! If God grants to him all the happiness
27 18,1|   Crushed, crushed the bulb! my God, my God! crushed!' ~"Then,
28 18,1|    crushed the bulb! my God, my God! crushed!' ~"Then, turning
29 20,1| sincerity of your heart. To you God has given the thought and
30 20,1|    tulip, when it is in danger, God has given nothing of the
31 21,2|     true, my sweet Rosa. Oh, my God! how wicked men are! What
32 22,2|       watching from on high, my God," he cried, half prostrate,
33 22,2|       my sight, O Thou merciful God, Thou pitying Father everlasting!
34 22,2|           Oh!" muttered he, "my God, my God, Thou dost reward
35 22,2|        muttered he, "my God, my God, Thou dost reward me for
36 22,2|       implore the protection of God, who has so kindly watched
37 23,2|       need of the protection of God. ~ ~
38 26,1|        reproach yourself before God for having made yourself
39 26,2|       some proofs, my child?" ~"God, who knows my good right,
40 27,1|         your hands - but, thank God! in vain, as it was a stratagem
41 27,1|        her witnesses." ~"Oh, my God, my God! what infamous falsehoods!"
42 27,1|    witnesses." ~"Oh, my God, my God! what infamous falsehoods!"
43 27,2|          I shall prove it. With God's help I shall." ~Then,
44 27,2|       confidence in the ways of God, broke out in the words, - ~"
45 28,1|        He asked himself whether God was just in inflicting so
46 29,2| resigned himself to his fate. ~"God's will be done," he muttered,