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"
Formerly
,
"
she
answered
,
"
I
got
some
friend
to
read
them
to
me
,
which
was
capital
fun
,
but
since
a
certain
time
--
well
,
what
use
is
it
to
attend
to
all
this
nonsense
?
--
since
a
certain
time
I
have
burnt
them
"
"
Since
a
certain
time
!
"
exclaimed
Cornelius
,
with
a
look
beaming
with
love
and
joy
.
Rosa
cast
down
her
eyes
,
blushing
.
In
her
sweet
confusion
,
she
did
not
observe
the
lips
of
Cornelius
,
which
,
alas
!
only
met
the
cold
wire-grating
.
Yet
,
in
spite
of
this
obstacle
,
they
communicated
to
the
lips
of
the
young
girl
the
glowing
breath
of
the
most
tender
kiss
.
At
this
sudden
outburst
of
tenderness
,
Rosa
grew
very
pale
,
--
perhaps
paler
than
she
had
been
on
the
day
of
the
execution
.
She
uttered
a
plaintive
sob
,
closed
her
fine
eyes
,
and
fled
,
trying
in
vain
to
still
the
beating
of
her
heart
.
And
thus
Cornelius
was
again
alone
.
Rosa
had
fled
so
precipitately
,
that
she
completely
forgot
to
return
to
Cornelius
the
three
bulbs
of
the
Black
Tulip
.
The
worthy
Master
Gryphus
,
as
the
reader
may
have
seen
,
was
far
from
sharing
the
kindly
feeling
of
his
daughter
for
the
godson
of
Cornelius
de
Witt
.
There
being
only
five
prisoners
at
Loewestein
,
the
post
of
turnkey
was
not
a
very
onerous
one
,
but
rather
a
sort
of
sinecure
,
given
after
a
long
period
of
service
.
But
the
worthy
jailer
,
in
his
zeal
,
had
magnified
with
all
the
power
of
his
imagination
the
importance
of
his
office
.
To
him
Cornelius
had
swelled
to
the
gigantic
proportions
of
a
criminal
of
the
first
order
.
He
looked
upon
him
,
therefore
,
as
the
most
dangerous
of
all
his
prisoners
.
He
watched
all
his
steps
,
and
always
spoke
to
him
with
an
angry
countenance
;
punishing
him
for
what
he
called
his
dreadful
rebellion
against
such
a
clement
prince
as
the
Stadtholder
.
