Chapter

 1  8,2|       that very spot where, some hours before, the unfortunate
 2 15,1|         necks before twenty-four hours are over: you may be sure
 3 16,1|         beguile those long weary hours when I cannot see you. I
 4 17,2|        He never came at the same hours as he hoped thus to discover
 5 19,1|         companion for the dreary hours of his captivity, when it
 6 19,2| intensity. ~But another time the hours passed away without bringing
 7 21,1|          which give wings to the hours; they spoke of everything
 8 21,1|           That meant seventy-two hours given to the lover to be
 9 21,1|           but it was seventy-two hours stolen from the horticulturist. ~
10 21,1|  consolation: of the seventy-two hours during which Rosa would
11 22,1|         may be at Haarlem in ten hours; you will give me paper
12 23,2|          one of those delightful hours which Rosa and Cornelius
13 25,1|       been on their way for five hours, and made more than eight
14 25,1|     after having stopped for two hours at Rotterdam, had started
15 25,1|        she reached Haarlem, four hours after Boxtel had arrived
16 25,2|         the black tulip only two hours ago." ~"You have seen the
17 27,1|       doubt that, during the few hours which she kept the flower
18 29,1|          was taken within twelve hours from his cell, then led
19 29,1|            Ah! ah! within twelve hours, you say?" ~"Yes, the twelfth
20 29,2|    rascal talked to me of twelve hours!" ~"Ah! what did I tell
21 29,2|           You promised me twelve hours." ~"Ah, yes, but here comes
22 30,1|         Zee on his right. ~Three hours after, he entered Haarlem. ~