Chapter

 1  2,2|     am." ~"I am quite healed; help me to get up, and you shall
 2  2,2|       to Antwerp." ~"With the help of God, Cornelius, we'll
 3  6,1| admiration which he could not help feeling, he began to be
 4  8,1|     remembered that, with the help of his telescope, not even
 5 10,1|        and affording him your help this evening, you have forgotten
 6 10,1|   master! I am quite ready to help you still more." ~"You!"
 7 11,2|     dear, I should ask you to help me in carrying out this
 8 16,1|       my cell, and which will help me to beguile those long
 9 16,1| everything into an artificial help, even the heat and the ashes
10 16,2|       own heart she could not help studying this double love
11 17,1|   whatever you do, let nobody help you, and don't confide your
12 18,1| leaves us as little as he can help." ~Saying this, she smiled
13 19,1| progress to dispense with the help of a master when the master
14 23,1|       to enable him, with the help of his telescope, to watch
15 27,1|     guilders, which, with the help of your Highness's justice,
16 27,2|    shall prove it. With God's help I shall." ~Then, turning
17 29,1|     he had lustily roared for help, and his cries had roused