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"
Some
one
has
taken
--
stolen
it
from
us
.
"
"
Stolen
--
taken
?
"
said
Cornelius
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Rosa
,
leaning
against
the
door
to
support
herself
;
"
yes
,
taken
,
stolen
!
"
And
saying
this
,
she
felt
her
limbs
failing
her
,
and
she
fell
on
her
knees
.
"
But
how
?
Tell
me
,
explain
to
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
is
not
my
fault
,
my
friend
.
"
Poor
Rosa
!
she
no
longer
dared
to
call
him
"
My
beloved
one
.
"
"
You
have
then
left
it
alone
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
ruefully
.
"
One
minute
only
,
to
instruct
our
messenger
,
who
lives
scarcely
fifty
yards
off
,
on
the
banks
of
the
Waal
.
"
"
And
during
that
time
,
notwithstanding
all
my
injunctions
,
you
left
the
key
behind
,
unfortunate
child
!
"
