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One
would
think
that
this
was
enough
for
one
day
,
but
Mynheer
Boxtel
did
not
seem
to
think
so
,
as
,
in
addition
to
having
his
clothes
torn
,
his
back
bruised
,
and
his
hands
scratched
,
he
inflicted
upon
himself
the
further
punishment
of
tearing
out
his
hair
by
handfuls
,
as
an
offering
to
that
goddess
of
envy
who
,
as
mythology
teaches
us
,
wears
a
head-dress
of
serpents
.
It
was
indeed
in
itself
a
great
honour
for
Cornelius
van
Baerle
to
be
confined
in
the
same
prison
which
had
once
received
the
learned
master
Grotius
.
But
on
arriving
at
the
prison
he
met
with
an
honour
even
greater
.
As
chance
would
have
it
,
the
cell
formerly
inhabited
by
the
illustrious
Barneveldt
happened
to
be
vacant
,
when
the
clemency
of
the
Prince
of
Orange
sent
the
tulip-fancier
Van
Baerle
there
.
The
cell
had
a
very
bad
character
at
the
castle
since
the
time
when
Grotius
,
by
means
of
the
device
of
his
wife
,
made
escape
from
it
in
that
famous
book-chest
which
the
jailers
forgot
to
examine
.
On
the
other
hand
,
it
seemed
to
Van
Baerle
an
auspicious
omen
that
this
very
cell
was
assigned
to
him
,
for
according
to
his
ideas
,
a
jailer
ought
never
to
have
given
to
a
second
pigeon
the
cage
from
which
the
first
had
so
easily
flown
.
The
cell
had
an
historical
character
.
We
will
only
state
here
that
,
with
the
exception
of
an
alcove
which
was
contrived
there
for
the
use
of
Madame
Grotius
,
it
differed
in
no
respect
from
the
other
cells
of
the
prison
;
only
,
perhaps
,
it
was
a
little
higher
,
and
had
a
splendid
view
from
the
grated
window
.
Cornelius
felt
himself
perfectly
indifferent
as
to
the
place
where
he
had
to
lead
an
existence
which
was
little
more
than
vegetation
.
There
were
only
two
things
now
for
which
he
cared
,
and
the
possession
of
which
was
a
happiness
enjoyed
only
in
imagination
.
A
flower
,
and
a
woman
;
both
of
them
,
as
he
conceived
,
lost
to
him
for
ever
.
Fortunately
the
good
doctor
was
mistaken
.
In
his
prison
cell
the
most
adventurous
life
which
ever
fell
to
the
lot
of
any
tulip-fancier
was
reserved
for
him
.
One
morning
,
whilst
at
his
window
inhaling
the
fresh
air
which
came
from
the
river
,
and
casting
a
longing
look
to
the
windmills
of
his
dear
old
city
Dort
,
which
were
looming
in
the
distance
behind
a
forest
of
chimneys
,
he
saw
flocks
of
pigeons
coming
from
that
quarter
to
perch
fluttering
on
the
pointed
gables
of
Loewestein
.
