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"
Indeed
,
your
instructions
,
sir
,
"
said
Rosa
,
sighing
in
her
turn
;
"
have
you
forgotten
the
will
written
by
your
hand
on
the
Bible
of
Cornelius
de
Witt
?
I
have
not
forgotten
it
;
for
now
,
as
I
know
how
to
read
,
I
read
it
every
day
over
and
over
again
.
In
that
will
you
bid
me
to
love
and
marry
a
handsome
young
man
of
twenty-six
or
eight
years
.
I
am
on
the
look-out
for
that
young
man
,
and
as
the
whole
of
my
day
is
taken
up
with
your
tulip
,
you
must
needs
leave
me
the
evenings
to
find
him
.
"
"
But
,
Rosa
,
the
will
was
made
in
the
expectation
of
death
,
and
,
thanks
to
Heaven
,
I
am
still
alive
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
I
shall
not
be
after
the
handsome
young
man
,
and
I
shall
come
to
see
you
.
"
"
That
's
it
,
Rosa
,
come
!
come
!
"
"
Under
one
condition
.
"
"
Granted
beforehand
!
"
"
That
the
black
tulip
shall
not
be
mentioned
for
the
next
three
days
.
"
"
It
shall
never
be
mentioned
any
more
,
if
you
wish
it
,
Rosa
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
the
damsel
said
,
laughing
,
"
I
will
not
ask
for
impossibilities
.
"
And
,
saying
this
,
she
brought
her
fresh
cheek
,
as
if
unconsciously
,
so
near
the
iron
grating
,
that
Cornelius
was
able
to
touch
it
with
his
lips
.
