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"
Let
go
,
"
repeated
Gryphus
,
stamping
his
foot
,
"
let
go
,
or
I
shall
call
the
guard
.
"
"
Call
whoever
you
like
,
but
you
shall
not
have
this
flower
except
with
my
life
.
"
Gryphus
,
exasperated
,
plunged
his
finger
a
second
time
into
the
soil
,
and
now
he
drew
out
the
bulb
,
which
certainly
looked
quite
black
;
and
whilst
Van
Baerle
,
quite
happy
to
have
saved
the
vessel
,
did
not
suspect
that
the
adversary
had
possessed
himself
of
its
precious
contents
,
Gryphus
hurled
the
softened
bulb
with
all
his
force
on
the
flags
,
where
almost
immediately
after
it
was
crushed
to
atoms
under
his
heavy
shoe
.
Van
Baerle
saw
the
work
of
destruction
,
got
a
glimpse
of
the
juicy
remains
of
his
darling
bulb
,
and
,
guessing
the
cause
of
the
ferocious
joy
of
Gryphus
,
uttered
a
cry
of
agony
,
which
would
have
melted
the
heart
even
of
that
ruthless
jailer
who
some
years
before
killed
Pelisson
's
spider
.
The
idea
of
striking
down
this
spiteful
bully
passed
like
lightning
through
the
brain
of
the
tulip-fancier
.
The
blood
rushed
to
his
brow
,
and
seemed
like
fire
in
his
eyes
,
which
blinded
him
,
and
he
raised
in
his
two
hands
the
heavy
jug
with
all
the
now
useless
earth
which
remained
in
it
.
One
instant
more
,
and
he
would
have
flung
it
on
the
bald
head
of
old
Gryphus
.
But
a
cry
stopped
him
;
a
cry
of
agony
,
uttered
by
poor
Rosa
,
who
,
trembling
and
pale
,
with
her
arms
raised
to
heaven
,
made
her
appearance
behind
the
grated
window
,
and
thus
interposed
between
her
father
and
her
friend
.
Gryphus
then
understood
the
danger
with
which
he
had
been
threatened
,
and
he
broke
out
in
a
volley
of
the
most
terrible
abuse
.
"
Indeed
,
"
said
Cornelius
to
him
,
"
you
must
be
a
very
mean
and
spiteful
fellow
to
rob
a
poor
prisoner
of
his
only
consolation
,
a
tulip
bulb
.
"
"
For
shame
,
my
father
,
"
Rosa
chimed
in
,
"
it
is
indeed
a
crime
you
have
committed
here
.
"
"
Ah
,
is
that
you
,
my
little
chatter-box
?
"
the
old
man
cried
,
boiling
with
rage
and
turning
towards
her
;
"
do
n't
you
meddle
with
what
do
n't
concern
you
,
but
go
down
as
quickly
as
possible
.
"
