Chapter

 1  3,1|      his burning impatience, so ill concealed at certain times,
 2  5,2|     this world a man who wished ill to another. ~And yet it
 3  8,1|         not get up to-day, I am ill." ~About nine o'clock he
 4 10,2|      place, Take care, it bears ill luck to the De Witts!" ~"
 5 17,2|       the hawk on its prey. ~As ill luck would have it, his
 6 18,1|      prisoner would have fallen ill but for the counterpoise
 7 19,2|   Gryphus that his daughter was ill. ~Except on extraordinary
 8 19,2|   inquiry: - ~"I hope nobody is ill at Loewestein?" ~"Nobody,"
 9 19,2|       them. Rosa, then, was not ill, she was offended; she had
10 19,2|      the tulip that has made me ill, but the grief at not seeing
11 20,1| startled, and said, - ~"You are ill, Mynheer Cornelius?" ~"Yes,