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And
as
if
he
had
guessed
correctly
,
nearly
at
that
very
moment
the
prisoner
heard
in
the
lobby
a
step
light
as
that
of
a
sylph
,
and
the
rustling
of
a
gown
,
and
a
well-known
voice
,
which
said
to
him
,
--
"
Cornelius
,
my
friend
,
my
very
dear
friend
,
and
very
happy
friend
,
come
,
come
quickly
.
"
Cornelius
darted
with
one
spring
from
the
window
to
the
door
,
his
lips
met
those
of
Rosa
,
who
told
him
,
with
a
kiss
,
--
"
It
is
open
,
it
is
black
,
here
it
is
.
"
"
How
!
here
it
is
?
"
exclaimed
Cornelius
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
we
ought
indeed
to
run
some
little
risk
to
give
a
great
joy
;
here
it
is
,
take
it
.
"
And
with
one
hand
she
raised
to
the
level
of
the
grating
a
dark
lantern
,
which
she
had
lit
in
the
meanwhile
,
whilst
with
the
other
she
held
to
the
same
height
the
miraculous
tulip
.
Cornelius
uttered
a
cry
,
and
was
nearly
fainting
.
"
Oh
!
"
muttered
he
,
"
my
God
,
my
God
,
Thou
dost
reward
me
for
my
innocence
and
my
captivity
,
as
Thou
hast
allowed
two
such
flowers
to
grow
at
the
grated
window
of
my
prison
!
"
The
tulip
was
beautiful
,
splendid
,
magnificent
;
its
stem
was
more
than
eighteen
inches
high
;
it
rose
from
out
of
four
green
leaves
,
which
were
as
smooth
and
straight
as
iron
lance-heads
;
the
whole
of
the
flower
was
as
black
and
shining
as
jet
.
