Chapter

1  7,1|       broom of an old Frisian housekeeper, who had been his nurse,
2  7,3| worthy master!" cried the old housekeeper, who now likewise made her
3  7,3|     the soldiers rising. ~The housekeeper raised her hands to heaven. ~
4  8,2|   solitary light, that of the housekeeper, was burning in the house. ~
5 14,2|   read myself, but which your housekeeper read to me, I hastened to
6 15,2|      of Loewestein, when your housekeeper brought me your letter.
7 15,2|       so much so as when your housekeeper brought me your letter.
8 33,2|      who sent her lover's old housekeeper as a messenger to her father,