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"
I
see
one
thing
.
"
"
What
do
you
see
?
"
"
I
see
,
"
said
she
,
bursting
out
in
sobs
,
"
I
see
that
you
love
your
tulips
with
such
love
as
to
have
no
more
room
in
your
heart
left
for
other
affections
.
"
Saying
this
,
she
fled
.
Cornelius
,
after
this
,
passed
one
of
the
worst
nights
he
ever
had
in
his
life
.
Rosa
was
vexed
with
him
,
and
with
good
reason
.
Perhaps
she
would
never
return
to
see
the
prisoner
,
and
then
he
would
have
no
more
news
,
either
of
Rosa
or
of
his
tulips
.
We
have
to
confess
,
to
the
disgrace
of
our
hero
and
of
floriculture
,
that
of
his
two
affections
he
felt
most
strongly
inclined
to
regret
the
loss
of
Rosa
;
and
when
,
at
about
three
in
the
morning
,
he
fell
asleep
overcome
with
fatigue
,
and
harassed
with
remorse
,
the
grand
black
tulip
yielded
precedence
in
his
dreams
to
the
sweet
blue
eyes
of
the
fair
maid
of
Friesland
.
But
poor
Rosa
,
in
her
secluded
chamber
,
could
not
have
known
of
whom
or
of
what
Cornelius
was
dreaming
.
From
what
he
had
said
she
was
more
ready
to
believe
that
he
dreamed
of
the
black
tulip
than
of
her
;
and
yet
Rosa
was
mistaken
.
But
as
there
was
no
one
to
tell
her
so
,
and
as
the
words
of
Cornelius
's
thoughtless
speech
had
fallen
upon
her
heart
like
drops
of
poison
,
she
did
not
dream
,
but
she
wept
.
