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"
She
is
up
!
Who
?
What
?
"
asked
Cornelius
,
who
did
not
venture
on
a
belief
that
Rosa
would
,
of
her
own
accord
,
have
abridged
the
term
of
his
probation
.
"
She
?
Well
,
my
daughter
,
the
tulip
,
"
said
Rosa
.
"
What
!
"
cried
Cornelius
,
"
you
give
me
permission
,
then
?
"
"
I
do
,
"
said
Rosa
,
with
the
tone
of
an
affectionate
mother
who
grants
a
pleasure
to
her
child
.
"
Ah
,
Rosa
!
"
said
Cornelius
,
putting
his
lips
to
the
grating
with
the
hope
of
touching
a
cheek
,
a
hand
,
a
forehead
,
--
anything
,
in
short
.
He
touched
something
much
better
,
--
two
warm
and
half
open
lips
.
Rosa
uttered
a
slight
scream
.
Cornelius
understood
that
he
must
make
haste
to
continue
the
conversation
.
He
guessed
that
this
unexpected
kiss
had
frightened
Rosa
.
"
Is
it
growing
up
straight
?
"
"
Straight
as
a
rocket
,
"
said
Rosa
.
