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Rosa
uttered
a
little
scream
,
which
,
however
,
was
full
of
love
,
and
disappeared
.
The
night
was
a
happy
one
,
and
the
whole
of
the
next
day
happier
still
.
During
the
last
few
days
,
the
prison
had
been
heavy
,
dark
,
and
lowering
,
as
it
were
,
with
all
its
weight
on
the
unfortunate
captive
.
Its
walls
were
black
,
its
air
chilling
,
the
iron
bars
seemed
to
exclude
every
ray
of
light
.
But
when
Cornelius
awoke
next
morning
,
a
beam
of
the
morning
sun
was
playing
about
those
iron
bars
;
pigeons
were
hovering
about
with
outspread
wings
,
whilst
others
were
lovingly
cooing
on
the
roof
or
near
the
still
closed
window
.
Cornelius
ran
to
that
window
and
opened
it
;
it
seemed
to
him
as
if
new
life
,
and
joy
,
and
liberty
itself
were
entering
with
this
sunbeam
into
his
cell
,
which
,
so
dreary
of
late
,
was
now
cheered
and
irradiated
by
the
light
of
love
.
When
Gryphus
,
therefore
,
came
to
see
his
prisoner
in
the
morning
,
he
no
longer
found
him
morose
and
lying
in
bed
,
but
standing
at
the
window
,
and
singing
a
little
ditty
.
"
Halloa
!
"
exclaimed
the
jailer
.
"
How
are
you
this
morning
?
"
asked
Cornelius
.
Gryphus
looked
at
him
with
a
scowl
.
"
And
how
is
the
dog
,
and
Master
Jacob
,
and
our
pretty
Rosa
?
"
