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"
Then
we
are
lost
,
as
far
as
this
life
is
concerned
,
"
quietly
said
the
Grand
Pensionary
,
approaching
the
window
.
"
No
,
on
the
contrary
,
John
,
we
shall
at
the
same
time
save
our
lives
and
regain
our
popularity
.
"
"
But
what
have
you
done
with
these
letters
?
"
"
I
have
intrusted
them
to
the
care
of
Cornelius
van
Baerle
,
my
godson
,
whom
you
know
,
and
who
lives
at
Dort
.
"
"
Poor
honest
Van
Baerle
!
who
knows
so
much
,
and
yet
thinks
of
nothing
but
of
flowers
and
of
God
who
made
them
.
You
have
intrusted
him
with
this
fatal
secret
;
it
will
be
his
ruin
,
poor
soul
!
"
"
His
ruin
?
"
"
Yes
,
for
he
will
either
be
strong
or
he
will
be
weak
.
If
he
is
strong
,
he
will
,
when
he
hears
of
what
has
happened
to
us
,
boast
of
our
acquaintance
;
if
he
is
weak
,
he
will
be
afraid
on
account
of
his
connection
with
us
:
if
he
is
strong
,
he
will
betray
the
secret
by
his
boldness
;
if
he
is
weak
,
he
will
allow
it
to
be
forced
from
him
.
In
either
case
he
is
lost
,
and
so
are
we
.
Let
us
,
therefore
,
fly
,
fly
,
as
long
as
there
is
still
time
.
"
Cornelius
de
Witt
,
raising
himself
on
his
couch
,
and
grasping
the
hand
of
his
brother
,
who
shuddered
at
the
touch
of
his
linen
bandages
,
replied
,
--
"
Do
not
I
know
my
godson
?
have
not
I
been
enabled
to
read
every
thought
in
Van
Baerle
's
mind
,
and
every
sentiment
in
his
heart
?
You
ask
whether
he
is
strong
or
weak
.
He
is
neither
the
one
nor
the
other
;
but
that
is
not
now
the
question
.
The
principal
point
is
,
that
he
is
sure
not
to
divulge
the
secret
,
for
the
very
good
reason
that
he
does
not
know
it
himself
.
"
