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"
Oh
,
the
flower
!
you
must
take
it
with
you
.
You
understand
that
you
must
not
separate
from
it
for
an
instant
.
"
"
But
whilst
I
am
not
separating
from
it
,
I
am
separating
from
you
,
Mynheer
Cornelius
.
"
"
Ah
!
that
's
true
,
my
sweet
Rosa
.
Oh
,
my
God
!
how
wicked
men
are
!
What
have
I
done
to
offend
them
,
and
why
have
they
deprived
me
of
my
liberty
?
You
are
right
,
Rosa
,
I
can
not
live
without
you
.
Well
,
you
will
send
some
one
to
Haarlem
,
--
that
's
settled
;
really
,
the
matter
is
wonderful
enough
for
the
President
to
put
himself
to
some
trouble
.
He
will
come
himself
to
Loewestein
to
see
the
tulip
.
"
Then
,
suddenly
checking
himself
,
he
said
,
with
a
faltering
voice
,
--
"
Rosa
,
Rosa
,
if
after
all
it
should
not
flower
black
!
"
"
Oh
,
surely
,
surely
,
you
will
know
to-morrow
,
or
the
day
after
.
"
"
And
to
wait
until
evening
to
know
it
,
Rosa
!
I
shall
die
with
impatience
.
Could
we
not
agree
about
a
signal
?
"
"
I
shall
do
better
than
that
.
"
"
What
will
you
do
?
"
"
If
it
opens
at
night
,
I
shall
come
and
tell
you
myself
.
If
it
is
day
,
I
shall
pass
your
door
,
and
slip
you
a
note
either
under
the
door
,
or
through
the
grating
,
during
the
time
between
my
father
's
first
and
second
inspection
.
"
