Chapter

 1  1,1|    20th of August, 1672, the city of the Hague, always so
 2  1,1| cupolas are reflected, - the city of the Hague, the capital
 3  5,1| recognised Dort, the smiling city, at the foot of a hill dotted
 4  5,1|      the usual bustle of the city, Craeke at once directed
 5  5,1|    merchants of the princely city of Dort, were born. ~Mynheer
 6  5,2|     only was he born in that city, but his family had been
 7  5,2|   enough, in the name of the city. ~After having thanked his
 8  9,1|      having the gates of the city closed. ~A momentary lull
 9 14,1|    windmills of his dear old city Dort, which were looming
10 26,1|     heard at Leyden that the city of Haarlem at last possessed
11 31,1|      prisoner, is a pleasant city, which justly prides itself
12 31,1|   that celebration which the city intended to hold on May
13 31,1|  from Etruria to the Eternal City, amid the blare of trumpets
14 33,1|    the book of honour of the city. ~"Let the person approach