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"
Well
,
that
is
true
;
but
only
think
!
you
are
depriving
yourself
,
as
I
can
easily
see
,
of
a
very
great
pleasure
.
"
She
pronounced
these
words
with
a
smile
,
which
was
not
altogether
without
a
tinge
of
irony
.
Cornelius
reflected
for
a
moment
;
he
evidently
was
struggling
against
some
vehement
desire
.
"
No
!
"
he
cried
at
last
,
with
the
stoicism
of
a
Roman
of
old
,
"
it
would
be
a
weakness
,
it
would
be
a
folly
,
it
would
be
a
meanness
!
If
I
thus
give
up
the
only
and
last
resource
which
we
possess
to
the
uncertain
chances
of
the
bad
passions
of
anger
and
envy
,
I
should
never
deserve
to
be
forgiven
.
No
,
Rosa
,
no
;
to-morrow
we
shall
come
to
a
conclusion
as
to
the
spot
to
be
chosen
for
your
tulip
;
you
will
plant
it
according
to
my
instructions
;
and
as
to
the
third
sucker
,
"
--
Cornelius
here
heaved
a
deep
sigh
,
--
"
watch
over
it
as
a
miser
over
his
first
or
last
piece
of
gold
;
as
the
mother
over
her
child
;
as
the
wounded
over
the
last
drop
of
blood
in
his
veins
;
watch
over
it
,
Rosa
!
Some
voice
within
me
tells
me
that
it
will
be
our
saving
,
that
it
will
be
a
source
of
good
to
us
.
"
"
Be
easy
,
Mynheer
Cornelius
,
"
said
Rosa
,
with
a
sweet
mixture
of
melancholy
and
gravity
,
"
be
easy
;
your
wishes
are
commands
to
me
.
"
"
And
even
,
"
continued
Van
Baerle
,
warming
more
and
more
with
his
subject
,
"
if
you
should
perceive
that
your
steps
are
watched
,
and
that
your
speech
has
excited
the
suspicion
of
your
father
and
of
that
detestable
Master
Jacob
,
--
well
,
Rosa
,
do
n't
hesitate
for
one
moment
to
sacrifice
me
,
who
am
only
still
living
through
you
,
--
me
,
who
have
no
one
in
the
world
but
you
;
sacrifice
me
,
--
do
n't
come
to
see
me
any
more
.
"
Rosa
felt
her
heart
sink
within
her
,
and
her
eyes
were
filling
with
tears
.
"
Alas
!
"
she
said
"
What
is
it
?
"
asked
Cornelius
.
