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"
You
do
n't
know
anything
further
of
him
?
"
asked
Cornelius
,
surprised
.
"
No
,
"
she
answered
;
"
it
's
only
for
about
a
fortnight
that
my
father
has
taken
such
a
fancy
to
this
friend
who
is
so
assiduous
in
visiting
him
.
"
"
Ah
,
so
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
shaking
his
head
uneasily
as
every
new
incident
seemed
to
him
to
forebode
some
catastrophe
;
"
very
likely
some
spy
,
one
of
those
who
are
sent
into
jails
to
watch
both
prisoners
and
their
keepers
.
"
"
I
do
n't
believe
that
,
"
said
Rosa
,
smiling
;
"
if
that
worthy
person
is
spying
after
any
one
,
it
is
certainly
not
after
my
father
.
"
"
After
whom
,
then
?
"
"
Me
,
for
instance
.
"
"
You
?
"
"
Why
not
?
"
said
Rosa
,
smiling
.
"
Ah
,
that
's
true
,
"
Cornelius
observed
,
with
a
sigh
.
"
You
will
not
always
have
suitors
in
vain
;
this
man
may
become
your
husband
.
"
"
I
do
n't
say
anything
to
the
contrary
.
"
