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"
Of
what
use
would
the
carrier
pigeons
then
be
?
"
said
Cornelius
to
Rosa
,
"
as
you
,
my
dear
girl
,
would
not
be
able
to
read
what
I
should
write
to
you
,
nor
to
write
to
me
your
thoughts
in
return
.
"
"
Well
,
"
answered
Rosa
,
who
in
her
heart
was
as
much
afraid
of
a
separation
as
Cornelius
himself
,
"
we
have
one
hour
every
evening
,
let
us
make
good
use
of
it
.
"
"
I
do
n't
think
we
make
such
a
bad
use
of
it
as
it
is
.
"
"
Let
us
employ
it
even
better
,
"
said
Rosa
,
smiling
.
"
Teach
me
to
read
and
write
.
I
shall
make
the
best
of
your
lessons
,
believe
me
;
and
,
in
this
way
,
we
shall
never
be
separated
any
more
,
except
by
our
own
will
.
"
"
Oh
,
then
,
we
have
an
eternity
before
us
,
"
said
Cornelius
.
Rosa
smiled
,
and
quietly
shrugged
her
shoulders
.
"
Will
you
remain
for
ever
in
prison
?
"
she
said
,
"
and
after
having
granted
you
your
life
,
will
not
his
Highness
also
grant
you
your
liberty
?
And
will
you
not
then
recover
your
fortune
,
and
be
a
rich
man
,
and
then
,
when
you
are
driving
in
your
own
coach
,
riding
your
own
horse
,
will
you
still
look
at
poor
Rosa
,
the
daughter
of
a
jailer
,
scarcely
better
than
a
hangman
?
"
Cornelius
tried
to
contradict
her
,
and
certainly
he
would
have
done
so
with
all
his
heart
,
and
with
all
the
sincerity
of
a
soul
full
of
love
.
She
,
however
,
smilingly
interrupted
him
,
saying
,
"
How
is
your
tulip
going
on
?
"
To
speak
to
Cornelius
of
his
tulip
was
an
expedient
resorted
to
by
her
to
make
him
forget
everything
,
even
Rosa
herself
.
