Chapter

 1  1,3|        she withdrew. ~"Indeed, child, what you say is only too
 2  3,2|  misfortune!" ~"What is it, my child?" asked De Witt. ~"They
 3  3,2| replied John. "Indeed, my dear child, if the dragoons are off,
 4  3,2|       what you have to say, my child. Why should not God speak
 5  3,3|        is, Mynheer John." ~"My child," said Cornelius, "I have
 6  3,3|      he said, - ~"Good-bye, my child! words could never express
 7  3,3|        dungeon." ~"But you, my child?" ~"I shall get into it
 8  7,1| mincing the idol of her foster child. ~At the mere mention of
 9  7,3|     the servant. ~"Oh, my dear child, my worthy master!" cried
10 10,2|    What do you mean, my pretty child?" said Cornelius. ~"I mean
11 10,2|     You are very good, my dear child," replied Cornelius, "but
12 10,2|       undertone to Rosa - ~"My child, I am innocent, and I shall
13 11,2|        beautiful eyes, my dear child," answered Cornelius, with
14 11,2|       me not to laugh, my dear child." ~"Laugh," exclaimed Rosa,
15 11,2|       not wronging any one, my child. I am alone in this world;
16 11,2|        talk seriously, my dear child: those hundred thousand
17 11,3|   stammered. ~"You don't know, child, and why not?" ~"Because
18 15,1|      saw executed when I was a child. Ah! so Grotius; and that'
19 16,1|        at your garden, my dear child?" ~"The window of my sleeping-room
20 17,1|       sir, or my good miss, my child is here; see how grieved
21 18,2|         as the mother over her child; as the wounded over the
22 19,1|       Rosa, the jailer's lowly child. ~Thus Rosa understood Cornelius'
23 20,2|     same time as I should to a child of mine, if I were a mother.
24 21,2|       grants a pleasure to her child. ~"Ah, Rosa!" said Cornelius,
25 23,1|     tulip as a mother over her child, or a dove over her eggs. ~
26 24,1|        key behind, unfortunate child!" ~"No, no, no! this is
27 24,1|      our sleepless nights, the child of our love? Rosa, we must
28 25,2|       Mynheer Boxtel. Well, my child, you express yourself very
29 25,2|       its grower. Good-bye, my child." ~"Oh, sir, sir!" said
30 25,2|        imploringly. ~"Only, my child," continued Van Systens, "
31 25,2|    tulips is concerned. Go, my child, go, remember, Master Isaac
32 26,2|        upon him, began, - ~"My child, you promise to tell me
33 26,2|    have, then, some proofs, my child?" ~"God, who knows my good
34 27,1|     your Highness!" ~"And you, child, do you know Master Boxtel?" ~"
35 27,2|       have done very wrong, my child," he said, "and your lover
36 27,2|       the President. ~"You, my child," William of Orange continued, "
37 29,2|       give my name either to a child to a flower, or to a book, -
38 30,1|     his pen, - ~"Come here, my child." ~Rosa advanced a few steps
39 30,1|   glance, he said, - ~"Now, my child." ~The Prince was scarcely
40 30,1|     have said, My sister. ~"My child," he said, with that strangely
41 30,1|      the vaulted archway. ~"My child," continued the Prince, "
42 32,2|      innocence, like that of a child, - a spectacle which was
43 33,1|        is yours, is it not, my child?" said the Prince. ~"Yes,