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Three
times
he
felt
,
with
a
shudder
,
the
cold
current
of
air
from
the
knife
near
his
neck
,
but
what
a
surprise
!
he
felt
neither
pain
nor
shock
.
He
saw
no
change
in
the
colour
of
the
sky
,
or
of
the
world
around
him
.
Then
suddenly
Van
Baerle
felt
gentle
hands
raising
him
,
and
soon
stood
on
his
feet
again
,
although
trembling
a
little
.
He
looked
around
him
.
There
was
some
one
by
his
side
,
reading
a
large
parchment
,
sealed
with
a
huge
seal
of
red
wax
.
And
the
same
sun
,
yellow
and
pale
,
as
it
behooves
a
Dutch
sun
to
be
,
was
shining
in
the
skies
;
and
the
same
grated
window
looked
down
upon
him
from
the
Buytenhof
;
and
the
same
rabble
,
no
longer
yelling
,
but
completely
thunderstruck
,
were
staring
at
him
from
the
streets
below
.
Van
Baerle
began
to
be
sensible
to
what
was
going
on
around
him
.
His
Highness
,
William
,
Prince
of
Orange
,
very
likely
afraid
that
Van
Baerle
's
blood
would
turn
the
scale
of
judgment
against
him
,
had
compassionately
taken
into
consideration
his
good
character
,
and
the
apparent
proofs
of
his
innocence
.
His
Highness
,
accordingly
,
had
granted
him
his
life
.
Cornelius
at
first
hoped
that
the
pardon
would
be
complete
,
and
that
he
would
be
restored
to
his
full
liberty
and
to
his
flower
borders
at
Dort
.
But
Cornelius
was
mistaken
.
To
use
an
expression
of
Madame
de
Sévigné
,
who
wrote
about
the
same
time
,
"
there
was
a
postscript
to
the
letter
;
"
and
the
most
important
part
of
the
letter
was
contained
in
the
postscript
.
