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The
warden
,
indeed
,
had
already
recovered
his
full
strength
,
much
more
owing
to
the
force
of
his
own
strong
will
than
to
actual
aid
;
and
he
was
calculating
how
long
the
formalities
of
the
law
would
still
detain
him
in
prison
.
This
was
just
at
the
very
moment
when
the
mingled
shouts
of
the
burgher
guard
and
of
the
mob
were
raging
against
the
two
brothers
,
and
threatening
Captain
Tilly
,
who
served
as
a
rampart
to
them
.
This
noise
,
which
roared
outside
of
the
walls
of
the
prison
,
as
the
surf
dashing
against
the
rocks
,
now
reached
the
ears
of
the
prisoner
.
But
,
threatening
as
it
sounded
,
Cornelius
appeared
not
to
deem
it
worth
his
while
to
inquire
after
its
cause
;
nor
did
he
get
up
to
look
out
of
the
narrow
grated
window
,
which
gave
access
to
the
light
and
to
the
noise
of
the
world
without
.
He
was
so
absorbed
in
his
never-ceasing
pain
that
it
had
almost
become
a
habit
with
him
.
He
felt
with
such
delight
the
bonds
which
connected
his
immortal
being
with
his
perishable
frame
gradually
loosening
,
that
it
seemed
to
him
as
if
his
spirit
,
freed
from
the
trammels
of
the
body
,
were
hovering
above
it
,
like
the
expiring
flame
which
rises
from
the
half-extinguished
embers
.
He
also
thought
of
his
brother
;
and
whilst
the
latter
was
thus
vividly
present
to
his
mind
the
door
opened
,
and
John
entered
,
hurrying
to
the
bedside
of
the
prisoner
,
who
stretched
out
his
broken
limbs
and
his
hands
tied
up
in
bandages
towards
that
glorious
brother
,
whom
he
now
excelled
,
not
in
services
rendered
to
the
country
,
but
in
the
hatred
which
the
Dutch
bore
him
.
John
tenderly
kissed
his
brother
on
the
forehead
,
and
put
his
sore
hands
gently
back
on
the
mattress
.
"
Cornelius
,
my
poor
brother
,
you
are
suffering
great
pain
,
are
you
not
?
"
"
I
am
suffering
no
longer
,
since
I
see
you
,
my
brother
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
poor
dear
Cornelius
!
I
feel
most
wretched
to
see
you
in
such
a
state
.
"
"
And
,
indeed
,
I
have
thought
more
of
you
than
of
myself
;
and
whilst
they
were
torturing
me
,
I
never
thought
of
uttering
a
complaint
,
except
once
,
to
say
,
'
Poor
brother
!
'
But
now
that
you
are
here
,
let
us
forget
all
.
You
are
coming
to
take
me
away
,
are
you
not
?
"
