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"
Dark
as
the
ink
with
which
I
wrote
to
you
.
"
Cornelius
uttered
a
cry
of
mad
joy
.
Then
,
suddenly
stopping
and
clasping
his
hands
,
he
said
,
--
"
Oh
,
there
is
not
an
angel
in
heaven
that
may
be
compared
to
you
,
Rosa
!
"
"
Indeed
!
"
said
Rosa
,
smiling
at
his
enthusiasm
.
"
Rosa
,
you
have
worked
with
such
ardour
,
--
you
have
done
so
much
for
me
!
Rosa
,
my
tulip
is
about
to
flower
,
and
it
will
flower
black
!
Rosa
,
Rosa
,
you
are
the
most
perfect
being
on
earth
!
"
"
After
the
tulip
,
though
.
"
"
Ah
!
be
quiet
,
you
malicious
little
creature
,
be
quiet
!
For
shame
!
Do
not
spoil
my
pleasure
.
But
tell
me
,
Rosa
,
--
as
the
tulip
is
so
far
advanced
,
it
will
flower
in
two
or
three
days
,
at
the
latest
?
"
"
To-morrow
,
or
the
day
after
.
"
"
Ah
!
and
I
shall
not
see
it
,
"
cried
Cornelius
,
starting
back
,
"
I
shall
not
kiss
it
,
as
a
wonderful
work
of
the
Almighty
,
as
I
kiss
your
hand
and
your
cheek
,
Rosa
,
when
by
chance
they
are
near
the
grating
.
"
