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"
My
kind
and
pretty
Rosa
!
"
muttered
Cornelius
casting
on
her
a
glance
in
which
there
was
much
more
of
the
lover
than
of
the
gardener
,
and
which
afforded
Rosa
some
consolation
.
Then
,
after
a
silence
of
some
moments
,
during
which
Cornelius
had
grasped
through
the
openings
of
the
grating
for
the
receding
hand
of
Rosa
,
he
said
,
--
"
Do
you
mean
to
say
that
the
bulb
has
now
been
in
the
ground
for
six
days
?
"
"
Yes
,
six
days
,
Mynheer
Cornelius
,
"
she
answered
.
"
And
it
does
not
yet
show
leaf
?
"
"
No
,
but
I
think
it
will
to-morrow
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
to-morrow
you
will
bring
me
news
about
it
,
and
about
yourself
,
wo
n't
you
,
Rosa
?
I
care
very
much
for
the
daughter
,
as
you
called
it
just
now
,
but
I
care
even
much
more
for
the
mother
.
"
"
To-morrow
?
"
said
Rosa
,
looking
at
Cornelius
askance
.
"
I
do
n't
know
whether
I
shall
be
able
to
come
to-morrow
.
"
"
Good
heavens
!
"
said
Cornelius
,
"
why
ca
n't
you
come
to-morrow
?
"
