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As
,
however
,
Rosa
was
already
able
to
write
a
legible
hand
when
Cornelius
so
uncautiously
opened
his
heart
,
she
did
not
despair
of
progressing
quickly
enough
to
write
,
after
eight
days
at
the
latest
,
to
the
prisoner
an
account
of
his
tulip
.
She
had
not
forgotten
one
word
of
the
directions
given
to
her
by
Cornelius
,
whose
speeches
she
treasured
in
her
heart
,
even
when
they
did
not
take
the
shape
of
directions
.
He
,
on
his
part
,
awoke
deeper
in
love
than
ever
.
The
tulip
,
indeed
,
was
still
a
luminous
and
prominent
object
in
his
mind
;
but
he
no
longer
looked
upon
it
as
a
treasure
to
which
he
ought
to
sacrifice
everything
,
and
even
Rosa
,
but
as
a
marvellous
combination
of
nature
and
art
with
which
he
would
have
been
happy
to
adorn
the
bosom
of
his
beloved
one
.
Yet
during
the
whole
of
that
day
he
was
haunted
with
a
vague
uneasiness
,
at
the
bottom
of
which
was
the
fear
lest
Rosa
should
not
come
in
the
evening
to
pay
him
her
usual
visit
.
This
thought
took
more
and
more
hold
of
him
,
until
at
the
approach
of
evening
his
whole
mind
was
absorbed
in
it
.
How
his
heart
beat
when
darkness
closed
in
!
The
words
which
he
had
said
to
Rosa
on
the
evening
before
and
which
had
so
deeply
afflicted
her
,
now
came
back
to
his
mind
more
vividly
than
ever
,
and
he
asked
himself
how
he
could
have
told
his
gentle
comforter
to
sacrifice
him
to
his
tulip
,
--
that
is
to
say
,
to
give
up
seeing
him
,
if
need
be
,
--
whereas
to
him
the
sight
of
Rosa
had
become
a
condition
of
life
.
In
Cornelius
's
cell
one
heard
the
chimes
of
the
clock
of
the
fortress
.
It
struck
seven
,
it
struck
eight
,
it
struck
nine
.
Never
did
the
metal
voice
vibrate
more
forcibly
through
the
heart
of
any
man
than
did
the
last
stroke
,
marking
the
ninth
hour
,
through
the
heart
of
Cornelius
.
All
was
then
silent
again
.
Cornelius
put
his
hand
on
his
heart
,
to
repress
as
it
were
its
violent
palpitation
,
and
listened
.
The
noise
of
her
footstep
,
the
rustling
of
her
gown
on
the
staircase
,
were
so
familiar
to
his
ear
,
that
she
had
no
sooner
mounted
one
step
than
he
used
to
say
to
himself
,
--
"
Here
comes
Rosa
.
"
This
evening
none
of
those
little
noises
broke
the
silence
of
the
lobby
,
the
clock
struck
nine
,
and
a
quarter
;
the
half-hour
,
then
a
quarter
to
ten
,
and
at
last
its
deep
tone
announced
,
not
only
to
the
inmates
of
the
fortress
,
but
also
to
all
the
inhabitants
of
Loewestein
,
that
it
was
ten
.
