Chapter

 1  1,2|       rack? Shall we not see him pale, streaming with blood, covered
 2  2,1|       cell of the Buytenhof, his pale face lit up by the smile
 3  3,2|          his companion, and grew pale: he was an honest man as
 4  3,3|         the jailer, growing very pale, put to himself the question
 5  4,1|          Highness, growing quite pale. ~"Oh, Monseigneur, he says
 6  4,1|     morning." ~"By whom?" ~"By a pale and thin young man, of about
 7  4,2|        of the officer, almost as pale as himself. ~"Good heavens,
 8  4,3|        title of Monseigneur this pale young man, to whom he himself
 9  6,1|           in the first year, its pale seed-leaf begins to peep
10  7,1|    figure, Boxtel recognised the pale features of Cornelius de
11  9,1|          Rosa, when she saw this pale, handsome young man slowly
12  9,2|      behind the trees that first pale beam of light which morning
13  9,2|       already illuminated by the pale light of early morning. ~
14  9,2|       placard." ~And, trembling, pale, and gasping for breath,
15 11,3|      frightened at seeing her so pale and sinking, was going to
16 12,1|         the same sun, yellow and pale, as it behooves a Dutch
17 15,2|       tenderness, Rosa grew very pale, - perhaps paler than she
18 17,1|      downwards in the veins that pale pink hue which shines before
19 17,2|         Cornelius, growing quite pale. ~"Care of what? Zounds!
20 17,2|         Rosa, who, trembling and pale, with her arms raised to
21 18,2|         Cornelius, growing quite pale. ~"Well?" ~"It was not you
22 19,1|      from her limpid eyes on her pale cheeks - "alas! at that
23 19,2|          to be tempered by those pale rays of the April sun which,
24 19,2|        so congenial, although so pale. How if Rosa allowed the
25 19,2|  Cornelius, dumb with grief, and pale from utter prostration,
26 19,2|         be a coffin." ~Rosa grew pale as death. ~"Ah!" she said
27 20,1|            Seeing him so sad and pale, she was startled, and said, - ~"
28 20,2|        hands tremble; look at my pale cheek, hear how my heart
29 24,1|    instant he saw before him the pale and distracted face of Rosa. ~
30 24,1|           He started, and turned pale with fright. ~"Cornelius,
31 27,1|         chair. ~Rosa, trembling, pale and terrified, expected
32 28,2|     eight days." ~Cornelius grew pale. ~"And," continued Gryphus, "
33 29,1|        Cornelius, growing rather pale, notwithstanding all his
34 31,2|      dreaded to descry there the pale face of the pretty Frisian
35 32,2| good-tempered honest face turned pale and red at the same instant.
36 33,1|     young man, who rushed forth, pale and beyond himself with