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"
Do
you
hear
,
father
?
"
said
Rosa
.
"
What
?
"
"
Master
Jacob
calls
you
,
he
is
uneasy
.
"
"
There
was
such
a
noise
,
"
said
Gryphus
;
"
would
n't
you
have
thought
he
would
murder
me
,
this
doctor
?
They
are
always
very
troublesome
fellows
,
these
scholars
.
"
Then
,
pointing
with
his
finger
towards
the
staircase
,
he
said
to
Rosa
:
"
Just
lead
the
way
,
Miss.
"
After
this
he
locked
the
door
and
called
out
:
"
I
shall
be
with
you
directly
,
friend
Jacob
.
"
Poor
Cornelius
,
thus
left
alone
with
his
bitter
grief
,
muttered
to
himself
,
--
"
Ah
,
you
old
hangman
!
it
is
me
you
have
trodden
under
foot
;
you
have
murdered
me
;
I
shall
not
survive
it
.
"
And
certainly
the
unfortunate
prisoner
would
have
fallen
ill
but
for
the
counterpoise
which
Providence
had
granted
to
his
grief
,
and
which
was
called
Rosa
.
In
the
evening
she
came
back
.
Her
first
words
announced
to
Cornelius
that
henceforth
her
father
would
make
no
objection
to
his
cultivating
flowers
.
