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"
Oh
,
Rosa
,
Rosa
!
"
"
Hush
!
let
us
speak
low
:
my
father
follows
on
my
heels
,
"
said
the
girl
.
"
Your
father
?
"
"
Yes
,
he
is
in
the
courtyard
at
the
bottom
of
the
staircase
,
receiving
the
instructions
of
the
Governor
;
he
will
presently
come
up
.
"
"
The
instructions
of
the
Governor
?
"
"
Listen
to
me
,
I
'll
try
to
tell
you
all
in
a
few
words
.
The
Stadtholder
has
a
country-house
,
one
league
distant
from
Leyden
,
properly
speaking
a
kind
of
large
dairy
,
and
my
aunt
,
who
was
his
nurse
,
has
the
management
of
it
As
soon
as
I
received
your
letter
,
which
,
alas
!
I
could
not
read
myself
,
but
which
your
housekeeper
read
to
me
,
I
hastened
to
my
aunt
;
there
I
remained
until
the
Prince
should
come
to
the
dairy
;
and
when
he
came
,
I
asked
him
as
a
favour
to
allow
my
father
to
exchange
his
post
at
the
prison
of
the
Hague
with
the
jailer
of
the
fortress
of
Loewestein
.
The
Prince
could
not
have
suspected
my
object
;
had
he
known
it
,
he
would
have
refused
my
request
,
but
as
it
is
he
granted
it
.
"
"
And
so
you
are
here
?
"
"
As
you
see
.
"
"
And
thus
I
shall
see
you
every
day
?
"
