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He
waited
eagerly
to
hear
the
clock
of
the
tower
of
Loewestein
strike
nine
.
The
last
chime
was
still
vibrating
through
the
air
,
when
Cornelius
heard
on
the
staircase
the
light
step
and
the
rustle
of
the
flowing
dress
of
the
fair
Frisian
maid
,
and
soon
after
a
light
appeared
at
the
little
grated
window
in
the
door
,
on
which
the
prisoner
fixed
his
earnest
gaze
.
The
shutter
opened
on
the
outside
.
"
Here
I
am
,
"
said
Rosa
,
out
of
breath
from
running
up
the
stairs
,
"
here
I
am
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
good
Rosa
.
"
"
You
are
then
glad
to
see
me
?
"
"
Can
you
ask
?
But
how
did
you
contrive
to
get
here
?
tell
me
.
"
"
Now
listen
to
me
.
My
father
falls
asleep
every
evening
almost
immediately
after
his
supper
;
I
then
make
him
lie
down
,
a
little
stupefied
with
his
gin
.
Do
n't
say
anything
about
it
,
because
,
thanks
to
this
nap
,
I
shall
be
able
to
come
every
evening
and
chat
for
an
hour
with
you
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
thank
you
,
Rosa
,
dear
Rosa
.
"
