Chapter

 1  2,3|             write, when through the white linen bandages drops of
 2  5,1|           brick houses, mortared in white lines, standing on the edge
 3  5,1|         just described, and which - white, trim, and tidy, even more
 4  6,2|       earliest dawn the door of the white house opened, and Van Baerle
 5  6,2|         black swan of Horace or the white raven of French tradition. ~
 6  6,2|    water-mirrors those intended for white, the pure representation
 7  7,1|            from his breast pocket a white parcel, carefully sealed,
 8  9,1|          with her left she held her white night-dress closely over
 9  9,2|             sheds on the earth as a white mantle. ~Now and then during
10 11,2|            Cornelius's cell, when a white and trembling arm interposed
11 11,2|             his heavy keys into the white hand which was stretched
12 16,1|          Van Baerle pushed back her white hand with the tips of his
13 21,1|          the two or three leaves of white paper which Rosa had given
14 23,1|     conveying a large flower-pot of white earthenware from her father'
15 25,2|          sir? Is it not in a pot of white and blue earthenware, with
16 25,2|           out Master Boxtel, at the White Swan Inn, and you can then
17 25,2|          Master Isaac Boxtel at the White Swan Inn." ~And Mynheer
18 26,1|        found again, started for the White Swan, followed by the boatman,
19 26,1| aristocratic slowness, ascended the white stone steps of the house. ~
20 26,1|             His quarters?" ~"At the White Swan; I shall send for him,
21 28,2|             change black bread into white, won't he die of hunger
22 29,1|             wait," growled Gryphus, white with rage, and with quivering
23 31,1|              which was covered with white velvet and fringed with