Chapter

 1  1,3|     farther on, John de Witt met a lovely young girl, of
 2  4,2|   who followed and those who met it. It rose above the mass
 3  7,3|    on the first leaves which met his eye and then exclaimed,
 4 14,1|    arriving at the prison he met with an honour even greater.
 5 15,2| Cornelius, which, alas! only met the cold wire-grating. Yet,
 6 18,1|      my father's look; but I met those of Jacob. ~"It was
 7 22,1|    sigh of ecstasy; his lips met those of the maiden, - not
 8 22,2| window to the door, his lips met those of Rosa, who told
 9 30,1|    and his brother Cornelius met with such an awful death." ~
10 33,1|      but his eyes everywhere met strange faces, and the attention