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"
And
he
,
--
what
did
he
do
during
all
this
time
?
"
"
I
saw
his
eyes
glisten
through
the
branches
of
the
tree
like
those
of
a
tiger
.
"
"
There
you
see
,
there
you
see
!
"
cried
Cornelius
.
"
Then
,
after
having
finished
my
make-believe
work
,
I
retired
.
"
"
But
only
behind
the
garden
door
,
I
dare
say
,
so
that
you
might
see
through
the
keyhole
what
he
was
going
to
do
when
you
had
left
?
"
"
He
waited
for
a
moment
,
very
likely
to
make
sure
of
my
not
coming
back
,
after
which
he
sneaked
forth
from
his
hiding-place
,
and
approached
the
border
by
a
long
round-about
;
at
last
,
having
reached
his
goal
,
that
is
to
say
,
the
spot
where
the
ground
was
newly
turned
,
he
stopped
with
a
careless
air
,
looking
about
in
all
directions
,
and
scanning
every
corner
of
the
garden
,
every
window
of
the
neighbouring
houses
,
and
even
the
sky
;
after
which
,
thinking
himself
quite
alone
,
quite
isolated
,
and
out
of
everybody
's
sight
,
he
pounced
upon
the
border
,
plunged
both
his
hands
into
the
soft
soil
,
took
a
handful
of
the
mould
,
which
he
gently
frittered
between
his
fingers
to
see
whether
the
bulb
was
in
it
,
and
repeated
the
same
thing
twice
or
three
times
,
until
at
last
he
perceived
that
he
was
outwitted
.
Then
,
keeping
down
the
agitation
which
was
raging
in
his
breast
,
he
took
up
the
rake
,
smoothed
the
ground
,
so
as
to
leave
it
on
his
retiring
in
the
same
state
as
he
had
found
it
,
and
,
quite
abashed
and
rueful
,
walked
back
to
the
door
,
affecting
the
unconcerned
air
of
an
ordinary
visitor
of
the
garden
.
"
"
Oh
,
the
wretch
!
"
muttered
Cornelius
,
wiping
the
cold
sweat
from
his
brow
.
"
Oh
,
the
wretch
!
I
guessed
his
intentions
.
But
the
bulb
,
Rosa
;
what
have
you
done
with
it
?
It
is
already
rather
late
to
plant
it
.
"
"
The
bulb
?
It
has
been
in
the
ground
for
these
six
days
.
"
"
Where
?
and
how
?
"
cried
Cornelius
.
"
Good
Heaven
,
what
imprudence
!
What
is
it
?
In
what
sort
of
soil
is
it
?
In
what
aspect
?
Good
or
bad
?
Is
there
no
risk
of
having
it
filched
by
that
detestable
Jacob
?
"
