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And
thus
opening
the
door
,
he
began
in
the
dark
to
talk
to
the
prisoner
.
The
dog
,
on
his
part
,
went
up
to
the
prisoner
,
and
,
growling
,
smelled
about
his
legs
just
as
though
to
ask
him
what
right
he
had
still
to
be
alive
,
after
having
left
the
prison
in
the
company
of
the
Recorder
and
the
executioner
.
But
the
fair
Rosa
called
him
to
her
side
.
"
Well
,
my
master
,
"
said
Gryphus
,
holding
up
his
lantern
to
throw
a
little
light
around
,
"
you
see
in
me
your
new
jailer
.
I
am
head
turnkey
,
and
have
all
the
cells
under
my
care
.
I
am
not
vicious
,
but
I
'm
not
to
be
trifled
with
,
as
far
as
discipline
goes
.
"
"
My
good
Master
Gryphus
,
I
know
you
perfectly
well
,
"
said
the
prisoner
,
approaching
within
the
circle
of
light
cast
around
by
the
lantern
.
"
Halloa
!
that
's
you
,
Mynheer
van
Baerle
,
"
said
Gryphus
.
"
That
's
you
;
well
,
I
declare
,
it
's
astonishing
how
people
do
meet
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
;
and
it
's
really
a
great
pleasure
to
me
,
good
Master
Gryphus
,
to
see
that
your
arm
is
doing
well
,
as
you
are
able
to
hold
your
lantern
with
it
.
"
Gryphus
knitted
his
brow
.
"
Now
,
that
's
just
it
,
"
he
said
,
"
people
always
make
blunders
in
politics
.
His
Highness
has
granted
you
your
life
;
I
'm
sure
I
should
never
have
done
so
.
"
"
Do
n't
say
so
,
"
replied
Cornelius
;
"
why
not
?
"
