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Cornelius
remained
standing
on
the
spot
where
Rosa
had
left
him
.
He
was
quite
overpowered
with
the
weight
of
his
twofold
happiness
.
Half
an
hour
passed
away
.
Already
did
the
first
rays
of
the
sun
enter
through
the
iron
grating
of
the
prison
,
when
Cornelius
was
suddenly
startled
at
the
noise
of
steps
which
came
up
the
staircase
,
and
of
cries
which
approached
nearer
and
nearer
.
Almost
at
the
same
instant
he
saw
before
him
the
pale
and
distracted
face
of
Rosa
.
He
started
,
and
turned
pale
with
fright
.
"
Cornelius
,
Cornelius
!
"
she
screamed
,
gasping
for
breath
.
"
Good
Heaven
!
what
is
it
?
"
asked
the
prisoner
.
"
Cornelius
!
the
tulip
--
--
"
"
Well
?
"
"
How
shall
I
tell
you
?
"
"
Speak
,
speak
,
Rosa
!
"
