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3001 11,2|              towards heaven. ~"Don't weep so, Rosa," said the prisoner, "
3002 25,1|              thought of his daughter weeping in her room, Rosa was making
3003  5,2|           house at Dort, rich in his well-earned repose, his twenty-eight
3004 22,2|            rustling of a gown, and a well-known voice, which said to him, - ~"
3005 29,2|            and pen into a greasy and well-worn writing-case. ~"It was written,"
3006  3,1|        intense interest, was seen to wend his way with, or rather
3007  5,2|              children; and thence he wended his way to the house of
3008 22,2|          face behind the clouds, and wert for a moment lost to my
3009  2,2|              defeats of Rees, Orsay, Wesel, and Rheinberg; the Rhine
3010 20,2|             in my window towards the west from three to five in the
3011 10,1|             cast her beautiful eyes, wet with tears, on the young
3012 14,2|              in the flavour of their wheat or hempseed. ~Chance, or
3013     | Wherein
3014  5,1|             in luxurious vegetation, whereon flocks of fat sheep browsed
3015     | Whereupon
3016     | wherever
3017 16,2|            happiness depended on the whim of this man. He might one
3018  1,1|              whose ear he has but to whisper a word to set him at once
3019 11,2|           heard nothing but some one whispering into the ear of the turnkey.
3020     | whoever
3021  7,1|            one but to himself, or to whomsoever he should send to claim
3022 30,1|            what way does he show his wickedness?" ~"He ill-treats the prisoners." ~"
3023 22,1|            and his face glued to the wicket in the door. ~ ~
3024 29,1|            very fine prospect over a wide expanse of country. There
3025 26,1|             The news had spread like wildfire through the town. ~Rosa
3026 14,2|            of God in everything, had willed that Cornelius van Baerle
3027 28,2|            me," said Gryphus. ~"Very willingly. I know that in giving me
3028  5,1|           little islands, edged with willows and rushes, and abounding
3029 10,2|                Let it be as the Lord wills." ~ ~
3030  8,1|            he was all but certain to win, in the year of grace 1673,
3031  5,1|          possible routes through the windings of the river, which held
3032 28,1|       leaning with his elbows on the window-sill and supporting his head
3033 21,1|           him laugh that wins." ~The winner that day was Cornelius;
3034 19,2|            old jailer, with the most winning voice, about her health;
3035 21,1|                   Let him laugh that wins." ~The winner that day was
3036 15,2|              alas! only met the cold wire-grating. Yet, in spite of this obstacle,
3037  3,1|        unarmed; his arm was lean but wiry, and his hands dry, but
3038 25,2|              do not pretend to be as wise as he was, I shall content
3039 16,2|             point to the decision of wiser heads than ours. ~Rosa withdrew
3040 15,2|          prisoners. ~He had scarcely withdrawn, when Cornelius went to
3041  6,2|             cases, and his tulips to wither in the borders and henceforward
3042  6,2|        completely broken and already withering, the sap oozing from their
3043 11,1|             no longer any reason for withholding the truth, he not only did
3044  4,2|       relieved from the necessity of witnessing the shocking spectacle of
3045 33,2|            to the tulip." ~Cornelius wondered what the Prince was driving
3046 22,2|          again I see Thee in all Thy wondrous glory in the mirror of Thy
3047  1,1|           old friend, to whom we are wont on the first page to promise
3048 10,1|            hear." ~"Two splinters of wood, and some linen for a bandage." ~"
3049 33,1|              dressed in fine scarlet woollen cloth, embroidered with
3050 11,2|            such as the Frisian girls wore; he heard nothing but some
3051 11,1|             amphibious organisation, working with equal ardour at politics
3052  8,2|             do admirably, unless the workmen had taken it away. ~He ran
3053 11,2|           have worshipped Him in His works, and praised Him in His
3054 31,1|              politicians and selfish worldlings at the Hague. ~We have observed
3055 11,3|             to Rosa Gryphus the only worldly goods which remain to me
3056 31,1|    triumphers, except its gardeners. Worshipping flowers, Haarlem idolised
3057  6,2|             ours. ~Boxtel, once more worsted by the superiority of his
3058 18,1|             a noise," said Gryphus; "wouldn't you have thought he would
3059  7,3|              for a paper in which to wrap them up, he noticed the
3060 10,2|       talking of those rogues, those wretches, those villains, the De
3061 15,1|                and I shall certainly wring their necks before twenty-four
3062 11,3|            God! Oh God!" cried Rosa, wringing her hands. "And have you
3063  2,1|            on his couch, with broken wrists and crushed fingers. He
3064 29,2|          into a greasy and well-worn writing-case. ~"It was written," thought
3065 11,2|           may take them; you are not wronging any one, my child. I am
3066 27,1|          justice, I hope to gain." ~"Yah!" cried Rosa, beyond herself
3067     | ye
3068 12,1|           the same rabble, no longer yelling, but completely thunderstruck,
3069 31,2|              its throne, the Prince, yielding precedence to this rival
3070  5,2|            Prince," with the Duke of York (the English king's brother)
3071  7,1|              for some minutes." ~The younger Cornelius, bowing assent,
3072     | yourselves
3073 30,1|             his left, and the Zuyder Zee on his right. ~Three hours
3074 30,1|             Sea on his left, and the Zuyder Zee on his right. ~Three