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"
Mynheer
Cornelius
,
I
have
lots
of
things
to
do
.
"
"
And
I
have
only
one
,
"
muttered
Cornelius
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Rosa
,
"
to
love
your
tulip
.
"
"
To
love
you
,
Rosa
.
"
Rosa
shook
her
head
,
after
which
followed
a
pause
.
"
Well
,
"
--
Cornelius
at
last
broke
the
silence
,
--
"
well
,
Rosa
,
everything
changes
in
the
realm
of
nature
;
the
flowers
of
spring
are
succeeded
by
other
flowers
;
and
the
bees
,
which
so
tenderly
caressed
the
violets
and
the
wall-flowers
,
will
flutter
with
just
as
much
love
about
the
honey-suckles
,
the
rose
,
the
jessamine
,
and
the
carnation
.
"
"
What
does
all
this
mean
?
"
asked
Rosa
.
"
You
have
abandoned
me
,
Miss
Rosa
,
to
seek
your
pleasure
elsewhere
.
You
have
done
well
,
and
I
will
not
complain
.
What
claim
have
I
to
your
fidelity
?
"
"
My
fidelity
!
"
Rosa
exclaimed
,
with
her
eyes
full
of
tears
,
and
without
caring
any
longer
to
hide
from
Cornelius
this
dew
of
pearls
dropping
on
her
cheeks
,
"
my
fidelity
!
have
I
not
been
faithful
to
you
?
"
