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And
,
saying
these
words
,
Rosa
looked
so
exceedingly
pretty
,
that
for
the
second
time
Cornelius
placed
his
forehead
and
lips
against
the
wire
grating
;
of
course
,
we
must
presume
with
the
laudable
desire
to
thank
the
young
lady
.
Rosa
,
however
,
drew
back
as
before
.
"
In
truth
,
"
she
said
,
with
that
coquetry
which
somehow
or
other
is
in
the
heart
of
every
young
girl
,
"
I
have
often
been
sorry
that
I
am
not
able
to
read
,
but
never
so
much
so
as
when
your
housekeeper
brought
me
your
letter
.
I
kept
the
paper
in
my
hands
,
which
spoke
to
other
people
,
and
which
was
dumb
to
poor
stupid
me
.
"
"
So
you
have
often
regretted
not
being
able
to
read
,
"
said
Cornelius
.
"
I
should
just
like
to
know
on
what
occasions
.
"
"
Troth
,
"
she
said
,
laughing
,
"
to
read
all
the
letters
which
were
written
to
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
received
letters
,
Rosa
?
"
"
By
hundreds
.
"
"
But
who
wrote
to
you
?
"
"
Who
!
why
,
in
the
first
place
,
all
the
students
who
passed
over
the
Buytenhof
,
all
the
officers
who
went
to
parade
,
all
the
clerks
,
and
even
the
merchants
who
saw
me
at
my
little
window
.
"
"
And
what
did
you
do
with
all
these
notes
,
my
dear
Rosa
?
"
