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"
You
are
ill
,
Mynheer
Cornelius
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
am
,
"
he
answered
,
as
indeed
he
was
suffering
in
mind
and
in
body
.
"
I
saw
that
you
did
not
eat
,
"
said
Rosa
;
"
my
father
told
me
that
you
remained
in
bed
all
day
.
I
then
wrote
to
calm
your
uneasiness
concerning
the
fate
of
the
most
precious
object
of
your
anxiety
.
"
"
And
I
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
"
I
have
answered
.
Seeing
your
return
,
my
dear
Rosa
,
I
thought
you
had
received
my
letter
.
"
"
It
is
true
;
I
have
received
it
.
"
"
You
can
not
this
time
excuse
yourself
with
not
being
able
to
read
.
Not
only
do
you
read
very
fluently
,
but
also
you
have
made
marvellous
progress
in
writing
.
"
"
Indeed
,
I
have
not
only
received
,
but
also
read
your
note
.
Accordingly
I
am
come
to
see
whether
there
might
not
be
some
remedy
to
restore
you
to
health
.
"
"
Restore
me
to
health
?
"
cried
Cornelius
;
"
but
have
you
any
good
news
to
communicate
to
me
?
"
Saying
this
,
the
poor
prisoner
looked
at
Rosa
,
his
eyes
sparkling
with
hope
.
Whether
she
did
not
,
or
would
not
,
understand
this
look
,
Rosa
answered
gravely
,
--
