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"
That
's
it
,
dear
Rosa
,
that
's
it
Your
letter
is
admirable
!
I
could
not
have
written
it
with
such
beautiful
simplicity
.
You
will
give
to
the
committee
all
the
information
that
will
be
required
of
you
.
They
will
then
know
how
the
tulip
has
been
grown
,
how
much
care
and
anxiety
,
and
how
many
sleepless
nights
,
it
has
cost
.
But
for
the
present
not
a
minute
must
be
lost
.
The
messenger
!
the
messenger
!
"
"
What
's
the
name
of
the
President
?
"
"
Give
me
the
letter
,
I
will
direct
it
.
Oh
,
he
is
very
well
known
:
it
is
Mynheer
van
Systens
,
the
burgomaster
of
Haarlem
;
give
it
to
me
,
Rosa
,
give
it
to
me
.
"
And
with
a
trembling
hand
Cornelius
wrote
the
address
,
--
"
To
Mynheer
Peter
van
Systens
,
Burgomaster
,
and
President
of
the
Horticultural
Society
of
Haarlem
.
"
"
And
now
,
Rosa
,
go
,
go
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
"
and
let
us
implore
the
protection
of
God
,
who
has
so
kindly
watched
over
us
until
now
.
"
And
in
fact
the
poor
young
people
were
in
great
need
of
protection
.
They
had
never
been
so
near
the
destruction
of
their
hopes
as
at
this
moment
,
when
they
thought
themselves
certain
of
their
fulfilment
.
The
reader
can
not
but
have
recognized
in
Jacob
our
old
friend
,
or
rather
enemy
,
Isaac
Boxtel
,
and
has
guessed
,
no
doubt
,
that
this
worthy
had
followed
from
the
Buytenhof
to
Loewestein
the
object
of
his
love
and
the
object
of
his
hatred
,
--
the
black
tulip
and
Cornelius
van
Baerle
.
