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The
fact
was
,
that
,
as
Rosa
was
a
high-spirited
creature
,
of
no
mean
perception
and
a
noble
heart
,
she
took
a
very
clear
and
judicious
view
of
her
own
social
position
,
if
not
of
her
moral
and
physical
qualities
.
Cornelius
was
a
scholar
,
and
was
wealthy
,
--
at
least
he
had
been
before
the
confiscation
of
his
property
;
Cornelius
belonged
to
the
merchant-bourgeoisie
,
who
were
prouder
of
their
richly
emblazoned
shop
signs
than
the
hereditary
nobility
of
their
heraldic
bearings
.
Therefore
,
although
he
might
find
Rosa
a
pleasant
companion
for
the
dreary
hours
of
his
captivity
,
when
it
came
to
a
question
of
bestowing
his
heart
it
was
almost
certain
that
he
would
bestow
it
upon
a
tulip
,
--
that
is
to
say
,
upon
the
proudest
and
noblest
of
flowers
,
rather
than
upon
poor
Rosa
,
the
jailer
's
lowly
child
.
Thus
Rosa
understood
Cornelius
's
preference
of
the
tulip
to
herself
,
but
was
only
so
much
the
more
unhappy
therefor
.
During
the
whole
of
this
terrible
night
the
poor
girl
did
not
close
an
eye
,
and
before
she
rose
in
the
morning
she
had
come
to
the
resolution
of
making
her
appearance
at
the
grated
window
no
more
.
But
as
she
knew
with
what
ardent
desire
Cornelius
looked
forward
to
the
news
about
his
tulip
;
and
as
,
notwithstanding
her
determination
not
to
see
any
more
a
man
her
pity
for
whose
fate
was
fast
growing
into
love
,
she
did
not
,
on
the
other
hand
,
wish
to
drive
him
to
despair
,
she
resolved
to
continue
by
herself
the
reading
and
writing
lessons
;
and
,
fortunately
,
she
had
made
sufficient
progress
to
dispense
with
the
help
of
a
master
when
the
master
was
not
to
be
Cornelius
.
Rosa
therefore
applied
herself
most
diligently
to
reading
poor
Cornelius
de
Witt
's
Bible
,
on
the
second
fly
leaf
of
which
the
last
will
of
Cornelius
van
Baerle
was
written
.
"
Alas
!
"
she
muttered
,
when
perusing
again
this
document
,
which
she
never
finished
without
a
tear
,
the
pearl
of
love
,
rolling
from
her
limpid
eyes
on
her
pale
cheeks
--
"
alas
!
at
that
time
I
thought
for
one
moment
he
loved
me
.
"
Poor
Rosa
!
she
was
mistaken
.
Never
had
the
love
of
the
prisoner
been
more
sincere
than
at
the
time
at
which
we
are
now
arrived
,
when
in
the
contest
between
the
black
tulip
and
Rosa
the
tulip
had
had
to
yield
to
her
the
first
and
foremost
place
in
Cornelius
's
heart
.
But
Rosa
was
not
aware
of
it
.
Having
finished
reading
,
she
took
her
pen
,
and
began
with
as
laudable
diligence
the
by
far
more
difficult
task
of
writing
.
