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"
Do
you
call
it
faithful
to
desert
me
,
and
to
leave
me
here
to
die
?
"
"
But
,
Mynheer
Cornelius
,
"
said
Rosa
,
"
am
I
not
doing
everything
for
you
that
could
give
you
pleasure
?
have
I
not
devoted
myself
to
your
tulip
?
"
"
You
are
bitter
,
Rosa
,
you
reproach
me
with
the
only
unalloyed
pleasure
which
I
have
had
in
this
world
.
"
"
I
reproach
you
with
nothing
,
Mynheer
Cornelius
,
except
,
perhaps
,
with
the
intense
grief
which
I
felt
when
people
came
to
tell
me
at
the
Buytenhof
that
you
were
about
to
be
put
to
death
.
"
"
You
are
displeased
,
Rosa
,
my
sweet
girl
,
with
my
loving
flowers
.
"
"
I
am
not
displeased
with
your
loving
them
,
Mynheer
Cornelius
,
only
it
makes
me
sad
to
think
that
you
love
them
better
than
you
do
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
dear
,
dear
Rosa
!
look
how
my
hands
tremble
;
look
at
my
pale
cheek
,
hear
how
my
heart
beats
.
It
is
for
you
,
my
love
,
not
for
the
black
tulip
.
Destroy
the
bulb
,
destroy
the
germ
of
that
flower
,
extinguish
the
gentle
light
of
that
innocent
and
delightful
dream
,
to
which
I
have
accustomed
myself
;
but
love
me
,
Rosa
,
love
me
;
for
I
feel
deeply
that
I
love
but
you
.
"
"
Yes
,
after
the
black
tulip
,
"
sighed
Rosa
,
who
at
last
no
longer
coyly
withdrew
her
warm
hands
from
the
grating
,
as
Cornelius
most
affectionately
kissed
them
.
"
Above
and
before
everything
in
this
world
,
Rosa
.
"
"
May
I
believe
you
?
"
