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"
Very
well
,
that
will
do
.
"
"
But
your
writing
will
be
illegible
.
"
"
Just
leave
me
alone
for
that
,
"
said
Cornelius
.
"
The
executioners
have
indeed
pinched
me
badly
enough
,
but
my
hand
will
not
tremble
once
in
tracing
the
few
lines
which
are
requisite
.
"
And
really
Cornelius
took
the
pencil
and
began
to
write
,
when
through
the
white
linen
bandages
drops
of
blood
oozed
out
which
the
pressure
of
the
fingers
against
the
pencil
squeezed
from
the
raw
flesh
.
A
cold
sweat
stood
on
the
brow
of
the
Grand
Pensionary
.
Cornelius
wrote
:
--
"
My
dear
Godson
,
--
"
Burn
the
parcel
which
I
have
intrusted
to
you
.
Burn
it
without
looking
at
it
,
and
without
opening
it
,
so
that
its
contents
may
for
ever
remain
unknown
to
yourself
.
Secrets
of
this
description
are
death
to
those
with
whom
they
are
deposited
.
Burn
it
,
and
you
will
have
saved
John
and
Cornelius
de
Witt
.
"
Farewell
,
and
love
me
.
"
Cornelius
de
Witt
