Chapter

 1  7,1|      now, sir, please to see my dry-room?" ~The dry-room, this pantheon,
 2  7,1|       to see my dry-room?" ~The dry-room, this pantheon, this sanctum
 3  7,1|         the mere mention of the dry-room, therefore, the servants
 4  7,2|  Cornelius was therefore in his dry-room, with his feet resting on
 5  7,2|          Craeke rushed into the dry-room. ~This abrupt entrance was
 6  7,2|    Craeke! thus to rush into my dry-room; let us now look after the
 7  7,2|       his pets, the door of the dry-room was so violently shaken,
 8  7,3|       servant, rushing into the dry-room with a much paler face and
 9  7,3|      made her appearance in the dry-room, "take your gold, your jewelry,
10  7,3|         apartment you call your dry-room?" he asked. ~"The very same
11  8,1|       the laboratory, or at the dry-room. ~He knew too well what
12  8,2|  seedling bulbs might be in the dry-room; it was therefore only requisite
13  8,2| difficult, as the sashes of the dry-room might be raised like those
14  8,2|    ladder, and slipped into the dry-room. ~On reaching this sanctuary
15  8,2|  turning over everything in the dry-room, "where could he have concealed
16 11,1|      Witt's servant entered his dry-room, and handed to him a paper,
17 23,1|         Dort he had watched the dry-room of Cornelius. ~He had not
18 23,2|      introduce himself into the dry-room of Cornelius, through an
19 31,2|       the drawer in Cornelius's dry-room to the scaffold of the Buytenhof,