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Cornelius
smiled
.
"
That
is
an
imaginary
lady
love
,
at
all
events
;
whereas
,
without
counting
that
amorous
Jacob
,
you
by
your
own
account
are
surrounded
with
all
sorts
of
swains
eager
to
make
love
to
you
.
Do
you
remember
Rosa
,
what
you
told
me
of
the
students
,
officers
,
and
clerks
of
the
Hague
?
Are
there
no
clerks
,
officers
,
or
students
at
Loewestein
?
"
"
Indeed
there
are
,
and
lots
of
them
.
"
"
Who
write
letters
?
"
"
They
do
write
.
"
"
And
now
,
as
you
know
how
to
read
--
--
"
Here
Cornelius
heaved
a
sigh
at
the
thought
,
that
,
poor
captive
as
he
was
,
to
him
alone
Rosa
owed
the
faculty
of
reading
the
love-letters
which
she
received
.
"
As
to
that
,
"
said
Rosa
,
"
I
think
that
in
reading
the
notes
addressed
to
me
,
and
passing
the
different
swains
in
review
who
send
them
to
me
,
I
am
only
following
your
instructions
"
"
How
so
?
My
instructions
?
"
