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"
Take
care
,
sir
,
take
care
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
growing
quite
pale
.
"
Care
of
what
?
Zounds
!
of
what
?
"
roared
the
jailer
.
"
Take
care
,
I
say
,
you
will
crush
it
,
Master
Gryphus
.
"
And
with
a
rapid
and
almost
frantic
movement
he
snatched
the
jug
from
the
hands
of
Gryphus
,
and
hid
it
like
a
treasure
under
his
arms
.
But
Gryphus
,
obstinate
,
like
an
old
man
,
and
more
and
more
convinced
that
he
was
discovering
here
a
conspiracy
against
the
Prince
of
Orange
,
rushed
up
to
his
prisoner
,
raising
his
stick
;
seeing
,
however
,
the
impassible
resolution
of
the
captive
to
protect
his
flower-pot
he
was
convinced
that
Cornelius
trembled
much
less
for
his
head
than
for
his
jug
.
He
therefore
tried
to
wrest
it
from
him
by
force
.
"
Halloa
!
"
said
the
jailer
,
furious
,
"
here
,
you
see
,
you
are
rebelling
.
"
"
Leave
me
my
tulip
,
"
cried
Van
Baerle
.
"
Ah
,
yes
,
tulip
,
"
replied
the
old
man
,
"
we
know
well
the
shifts
of
prisoners
.
"
"
But
I
vow
to
you
--
--
"
