Chapter

 1  1,2|          have left behind them a pretty tolerable reputation for
 2  1,3|         Frisian women, who, with pretty demureness, dropped a curtesy
 3  9,1|         the same time lit up her pretty blooming face, surrounded
 4 10,2|             What do you mean, my pretty child?" said Cornelius. ~"
 5 11,2|        tell me what you want, my pretty Rosa." ~She fell on her
 6 11,2|      marriage portion, with your pretty face; you shall have them,
 7 14,2|        joy, and beautiful in her pretty national costume - but still
 8 15,2|       Rosa looked so exceedingly pretty, that for the second time
 9 16,2| stretched out her hand. ~In this pretty little hand, of which the
10 16,2|      made it a habit to keep her pretty face invariably six inches
11 18,1|       his turn." ~"'So, then, my pretty Rosa,' he said, with a voice
12 20,2|       are a perfect gardener, my pretty Rosa. But I am afraid the
13 20,2|        its rival." ~"My kind and pretty Rosa!" muttered Cornelius
14 21,1|        and Master Jacob, and our pretty Rosa?" ~Gryphus ground his
15 21,1|        his tulip. ~He found Rosa pretty, good, graceful, and charming. ~
16 23,1|    washing in pails of water her pretty little hands, begrimed as
17 25,1|         the side paths of a very pretty road by the river. Setting
18 25,2|   Systens, "as you are young and pretty, and as there may be still
19 31,2|       there the pale face of the pretty Frisian girl. ~She would