Chapter

 1 20,1|         is no danger of its being stolen," said Rosa, "unless Jacob
 2 21,1|          it was seventy-two hours stolen from the horticulturist. ~
 3 22,1|          black tulip, it would be stolen." ~"Oh!" ~"Did you not tell
 4 24,1|              Some one has taken - stolen it from us." ~"Stolen -
 5 24,1|             stolen it from us." ~"Stolen - taken?" said Cornelius. ~"
 6 24,1|     support herself; "yes, taken, stolen!" ~And saying this, she
 7 24,1|            and only muttered, - ~"Stolen, stolen, and I am lost!" ~"
 8 24,1|        only muttered, - ~"Stolen, stolen, and I am lost!" ~"O Cornelius,
 9 24,2|          his cell, muttering, - ~"Stolen! it has been stolen from
10 24,2|               Stolen! it has been stolen from me!" ~During this time
11 25,1|          restore to Cornelius the stolen tulip, or never to see him
12 25,1|     missing; the tulip was indeed stolen. ~Rosa made up a little
13 25,2|              What?" ~"It has been stolen from me." ~"Stolen! the
14 25,2|           been stolen from me." ~"Stolen! the black tulip?" ~"Yes,
15 25,2|           that?" ~"As it has been stolen from you, the thief cannot
16 25,2|            that my tulip has been stolen." ~"Then your tulip is that
17 25,2|         badly. The tulip has been stolen, not from you, but from
18 25,2|          my tulip, which has been stolen from me. I came here to
19 26,1|           or if my tulip has been stolen by some one else, or has
20 26,1|   produced, but which he had even stolen?" ~Rosa's speech seemed
21 26,2|          had come into flower was stolen just one hour after it had
22 27,1|       Highness, but I deny having stolen the tulip." ~"You have stolen
23 27,1|     stolen the tulip." ~"You have stolen it, and that from my room,"
24 27,2|         this young woman may have stolen the bulb, as she did the
25 31,2| importance for himself, as he had stolen Rosa's tulip to effect his
26 31,2|        told, this wretch, who had stolen what was the boast of man,
27 32,2|       were the one which has been stolen from Rosa! Oh, I must alight,
28 33,1|          she said this flower was stolen from her. Oh! that's why