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"
Well
,
"
said
Gryphus
,
coming
down
from
the
last
visit
,
"
I
think
we
shall
soon
get
rid
of
our
scholar
.
"
Rosa
was
startled
.
"
Nonsense
!
"
said
Jacob
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
He
does
n't
drink
,
he
does
n't
eat
,
he
does
n't
leave
his
bed
.
He
will
get
out
of
it
,
like
Mynheer
Grotius
,
in
a
chest
,
only
the
chest
will
be
a
coffin
.
"
Rosa
grew
pale
as
death
.
"
Ah
!
"
she
said
to
herself
,
"
he
is
uneasy
about
his
tulip
.
"
And
,
rising
with
a
heavy
heart
,
she
returned
to
her
chamber
,
where
she
took
a
pen
and
paper
,
and
during
the
whole
of
that
night
busied
herself
with
tracing
letters
.
On
the
following
morning
,
when
Cornelius
got
up
to
drag
himself
to
the
window
,
he
perceived
a
paper
which
had
been
slipped
under
the
door
He
pounced
upon
it
,
opened
it
,
and
read
the
following
words
,
in
a
handwriting
which
he
could
scarcely
have
recognized
as
that
of
Rosa
,
so
much
had
she
improved
during
her
short
absence
of
seven
days
,
--
"
Be
easy
;
your
tulip
is
going
on
well
.
"
