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This
was
the
hour
at
which
Rosa
generally
used
to
leave
Cornelius
.
The
hour
had
struck
,
but
Rosa
had
not
come
.
Thus
then
his
foreboding
had
not
deceived
him
;
Rosa
,
being
vexed
,
shut
herself
up
in
her
room
and
left
him
to
himself
.
"
Alas
!
"
he
thought
,
"
I
have
deserved
all
this
.
She
will
come
no
more
,
and
she
is
right
in
staying
away
;
in
her
place
I
should
do
just
the
same
.
"
Yet
notwithstanding
all
this
,
Cornelius
listened
,
waited
,
and
hoped
until
midnight
,
then
he
threw
himself
upon
the
bed
,
with
his
clothes
on
.
It
was
a
long
and
sad
night
for
him
,
and
the
day
brought
no
hope
to
the
prisoner
.
At
eight
in
the
morning
,
the
door
of
his
cell
opened
;
but
Cornelius
did
not
even
turn
his
head
;
he
had
heard
the
heavy
step
of
Gryphus
in
the
lobby
,
but
this
step
had
perfectly
satisfied
the
prisoner
that
his
jailer
was
coming
alone
.
Thus
Cornelius
did
not
even
look
at
Gryphus
.
And
yet
he
would
have
been
so
glad
to
draw
him
out
,
and
to
inquire
about
Rosa
.
He
even
very
nearly
made
this
inquiry
,
strange
as
it
would
needs
have
appeared
to
her
father
.
To
tell
the
truth
,
there
was
in
all
this
some
selfish
hope
to
hear
from
Gryphus
that
his
daughter
was
ill
.
Except
on
extraordinary
occasions
,
Rosa
never
came
during
the
day
.
Cornelius
therefore
did
not
really
expect
her
as
long
as
the
day
lasted
.
Yet
his
sudden
starts
,
his
listening
at
the
door
,
his
rapid
glances
at
every
little
noise
towards
the
grated
window
,
showed
clearly
that
the
prisoner
entertained
some
latent
hope
that
Rosa
would
,
somehow
or
other
,
break
her
rule
.
