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The
executioner
also
readily
acquiesced
in
the
proposal
,
making
only
one
condition
,
--
that
of
being
paid
in
advance
.
Boxtel
,
like
the
people
who
enter
a
show
at
a
fair
,
might
be
disappointed
,
and
refuse
to
pay
on
going
out
.
Boxtel
paid
in
advance
,
and
waited
.
After
this
,
the
reader
may
imagine
how
excited
Boxtel
was
;
with
what
anxiety
he
watched
the
guards
,
the
Recorder
,
and
the
executioner
;
and
with
what
intense
interest
he
surveyed
the
movements
of
Van
Baerle
.
How
would
he
place
himself
on
the
block
?
how
would
he
fall
?
and
would
he
not
,
in
falling
,
crush
those
inestimable
bulbs
?
had
not
he
at
least
taken
care
to
enclose
them
in
a
golden
box
,
--
as
gold
is
the
hardest
of
all
metals
?
Every
trifling
delay
irritated
him
.
Why
did
that
stupid
executioner
thus
lose
time
in
brandishing
his
sword
over
the
head
of
Cornelius
,
instead
of
cutting
that
head
off
?
But
when
he
saw
the
Recorder
take
the
hand
of
the
condemned
,
and
raise
him
,
whilst
drawing
forth
the
parchment
from
his
pocket
,
--
when
he
heard
the
pardon
of
the
Stadtholder
publicly
read
out
,
--
then
Boxtel
was
no
more
like
a
human
being
;
the
rage
and
malice
of
the
tiger
,
of
the
hyena
,
and
of
the
serpent
glistened
in
his
eyes
,
and
vented
itself
in
his
yell
and
his
movements
.
Had
he
been
able
to
get
at
Van
Baerle
,
he
would
have
pounced
upon
him
and
strangled
him
.
And
so
,
then
,
Cornelius
was
to
live
,
and
was
to
go
with
him
to
Loewestein
,
and
thither
to
his
prison
he
would
take
with
him
his
bulbs
;
and
perhaps
he
would
even
find
a
garden
where
the
black
tulip
would
flower
for
him
.
Boxtel
,
quite
overcome
by
his
frenzy
,
fell
from
the
stone
upon
some
Orangemen
,
who
,
like
him
,
were
sorely
vexed
at
the
turn
which
affairs
had
taken
.
They
,
mistaking
the
frantic
cries
of
Mynheer
Isaac
for
demonstrations
of
joy
,
began
to
belabour
him
with
kicks
and
cuffs
,
such
as
could
not
have
been
administered
in
better
style
by
any
prize-fighter
on
the
other
side
of
the
Channel
.
Blows
were
,
however
,
nothing
to
him
.
He
wanted
to
run
after
the
coach
which
was
carrying
away
Cornelius
with
his
bulbs
.
But
in
his
hurry
he
overlooked
a
paving-stone
in
his
way
,
stumbled
,
lost
his
centre
of
gravity
,
rolled
over
to
a
distance
of
some
yards
,
and
only
rose
again
,
bruised
and
begrimed
,
after
the
whole
rabble
of
the
Hague
,
with
their
muddy
feet
,
had
passed
over
him
