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"
Saying
this
,
she
smiled
in
such
a
way
that
the
little
cloud
of
jealousy
which
had
darkened
the
brow
of
Cornelius
speedily
vanished
.
"
How
was
it
?
"
asked
the
prisoner
.
"
Well
,
being
asked
by
his
friend
,
my
father
told
at
supper
the
whole
story
of
the
tulip
,
or
rather
of
the
bulb
,
and
of
his
own
fine
exploit
of
crushing
it
.
"
Cornelius
heaved
a
sigh
,
which
might
have
been
called
a
groan
.
"
Had
you
only
seen
Master
Jacob
at
that
moment
!
"
continued
Rosa
.
"
I
really
thought
he
would
set
fire
to
the
castle
;
his
eyes
were
like
two
flaming
torches
,
his
hair
stood
on
end
,
and
he
clinched
his
fist
for
a
moment
;
I
thought
he
would
have
strangled
my
father
.
"
"'
You
have
done
that
,
'
he
cried
,
'
you
have
crushed
the
bulb
?
'
"'
Indeed
I
have
.
'
"'
It
is
infamous
,
'
said
Master
Jacob
,
'
it
is
odious
!
You
have
committed
a
great
crime
!
'
"
My
father
was
quite
dumbfounded
.
