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"
Yes
,
my
brother
,
there
are
.
"
"
But
then
,
to
come
here
to
me
--
--
"
"
Well
?
"
"
How
is
it
that
they
have
allowed
you
to
pass
?
"
"
You
know
well
that
we
are
not
very
popular
,
Cornelius
,
"
said
the
Grand
Pensionary
,
with
gloomy
bitterness
.
"
I
have
made
my
way
through
all
sorts
of
bystreets
and
alleys
.
"
"
You
hid
yourself
,
John
?
"
"
I
wished
to
reach
you
without
loss
of
time
,
and
I
did
what
people
will
do
in
politics
,
or
on
the
sea
when
the
wind
is
against
them
,
--
I
tacked
.
"
At
this
moment
the
noise
in
the
square
below
was
heard
to
roar
with
increasing
fury
.
Tilly
was
parleying
with
the
burghers
.
"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
"
you
are
a
very
skilful
pilot
,
John
;
but
I
doubt
whether
you
will
as
safely
guide
your
brother
out
of
the
Buytenhof
in
the
midst
of
this
gale
,
and
through
the
raging
surf
of
popular
hatred
,
as
you
did
the
fleet
of
Van
Tromp
past
the
shoals
of
the
Scheldt
to
Antwerp
.
"
"
With
the
help
of
God
,
Cornelius
,
we
'll
at
least
try
,
"
answered
John
;
"
but
,
first
of
all
,
a
word
with
you
.
"
