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Although
these
few
words
of
Rosa
's
somewhat
soothed
the
grief
of
Cornelius
,
yet
he
felt
not
the
less
the
irony
which
was
at
the
bottom
of
them
.
Rosa
,
then
,
was
not
ill
,
she
was
offended
;
she
had
not
been
forcibly
prevented
from
coming
,
but
had
voluntarily
stayed
away
.
Thus
Rosa
,
being
at
liberty
,
found
in
her
own
will
the
force
not
to
come
and
see
him
,
who
was
dying
with
grief
at
not
having
seen
her
.
Cornelius
had
paper
and
a
pencil
which
Rosa
had
brought
to
him
.
He
guessed
that
she
expected
an
answer
,
but
that
she
would
not
come
before
the
evening
to
fetch
it
.
He
therefore
wrote
on
a
piece
of
paper
,
similar
to
that
which
he
had
received
,
--
"
It
was
not
my
anxiety
about
the
tulip
that
has
made
me
ill
,
but
the
grief
at
not
seeing
you
.
"
After
Gryphus
had
made
his
last
visit
of
the
day
,
and
darkness
had
set
in
,
he
slipped
the
paper
under
the
door
,
and
listened
with
the
most
intense
attention
,
but
he
neither
heard
Rosa
's
footsteps
nor
the
rustling
of
her
gown
.
He
only
heard
a
voice
as
feeble
as
a
breath
,
and
gentle
like
a
caress
,
which
whispered
through
the
grated
little
window
in
the
door
the
word
,
--
"
To-morrow
!
"
Now
to-morrow
was
the
eighth
day
.
For
eight
days
Cornelius
and
Rosa
had
not
seen
each
other
.
On
the
following
evening
,
at
the
usual
hour
,
Van
Baerle
heard
some
one
scratch
at
the
grated
little
window
,
just
as
Rosa
had
been
in
the
habit
of
doing
in
the
heyday
of
their
friendship
.
Cornelius
being
,
as
may
easily
be
imagined
,
not
far
off
from
the
door
,
perceived
Rosa
,
who
at
last
was
waiting
again
for
him
with
her
lamp
in
her
hand
.
Seeing
him
so
sad
and
pale
,
she
was
startled
,
and
said
,
--
