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"
On
the
following
day
,
"
Rosa
continued
,
"
remembering
what
you
had
told
me
about
the
stratagem
which
I
was
to
employ
to
ascertain
whether
that
odious
man
was
after
the
tulip
,
or
after
me
--
--
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
odious
.
Tell
me
,
"
he
said
,
"
do
you
hate
that
man
?
"
"
I
do
hate
him
,
"
said
Rosa
,
"
as
he
is
the
cause
of
all
the
unhappiness
I
have
suffered
these
eight
days
.
"
"
You
,
too
,
have
been
unhappy
,
Rosa
?
I
thank
you
a
thousand
times
for
this
kind
confession
.
"
"
Well
,
on
the
day
after
that
unfortunate
one
,
I
went
down
into
the
garden
and
proceeded
towards
the
border
where
I
was
to
plant
your
tulip
,
looking
round
all
the
while
to
see
whether
I
was
again
followed
as
I
was
last
time
.
"
"
And
then
?
"
Cornelius
asked
.
"
And
then
the
same
shadow
glided
between
the
gate
and
the
wall
,
and
once
more
disappeared
behind
the
elder-trees
.
"
"
You
feigned
not
to
see
him
,
did
n't
you
?
"
Cornelius
asked
,
remembering
all
the
details
of
the
advice
which
he
had
given
to
Rosa
.
"
Yes
,
and
I
stooped
over
the
border
,
in
which
I
dug
with
a
spade
,
as
if
I
was
going
to
put
the
bulb
in
.
"
