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Rosa
heaved
a
deep
sigh
.
"
And
now
,
"
continued
Cornelius
,
--
wiping
away
a
tear
which
was
glistening
in
his
eye
,
and
which
was
shed
much
more
for
that
marvellous
black
tulip
which
he
was
not
to
see
than
for
the
life
which
he
was
about
to
lose
,
--
"
I
have
no
wish
left
,
except
that
the
tulip
should
be
called
Rosa
Barlœnsis
,
that
is
to
say
,
that
its
name
should
combine
yours
and
mine
;
and
as
,
of
course
,
you
do
not
understand
Latin
,
and
might
therefore
forget
this
name
,
try
to
get
for
me
pencil
and
paper
,
that
I
may
write
it
down
for
you
.
"
Rosa
sobbed
afresh
,
and
handed
to
him
a
book
,
bound
in
shagreen
,
which
bore
the
initials
C.
W.
"
What
is
this
?
"
asked
the
prisoner
.
"
Alas
!
"
replied
Rosa
,
"
it
is
the
Bible
of
your
poor
godfather
,
Cornelius
de
Witt
.
From
it
he
derived
strength
to
endure
the
torture
,
and
to
bear
his
sentence
without
flinching
.
I
found
it
in
this
cell
,
after
the
death
of
the
martyr
,
and
have
preserved
it
as
a
relic
.
To-day
I
brought
it
to
you
,
for
it
seemed
to
me
that
this
book
must
possess
in
itself
a
divine
power
.
Write
in
it
what
you
have
to
write
,
Mynheer
Cornelius
;
and
though
,
unfortunately
,
I
am
not
able
to
read
,
I
will
take
care
that
what
you
write
shall
be
accomplished
.
"
Cornelius
took
the
Bible
,
and
kissed
it
reverently
.
"
With
what
shall
I
write
?
"
asked
Cornelius
.
"
There
is
a
pencil
in
the
Bible
,
"
said
Rosa
.
This
was
the
pencil
which
John
de
Witt
had
lent
to
his
brother
,
and
which
he
had
forgotten
to
take
away
with
him
.
