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"
No
,
no
,
no
!
this
is
what
I
can
not
understand
.
The
key
was
never
out
of
my
hands
;
I
clinched
it
as
if
I
were
afraid
it
would
take
wings
.
"
"
But
how
did
it
happen
,
then
?
"
"
That
's
what
I
can
not
make
out
.
I
had
given
the
letter
to
my
messenger
;
he
started
before
I
left
his
house
;
I
came
home
,
and
my
door
was
locked
,
everything
in
my
room
was
as
I
had
left
it
,
except
the
tulip
,
--
that
was
gone
.
Some
one
must
have
had
a
key
for
my
room
,
or
have
got
a
false
one
made
on
purpose
.
"
She
was
nearly
choking
with
sobs
,
and
was
unable
to
continue
.
Cornelius
,
immovable
and
full
of
consternation
,
heard
almost
without
understanding
,
and
only
muttered
,
--
"
Stolen
,
stolen
,
and
I
am
lost
!
"
"
O
Cornelius
,
forgive
me
,
forgive
me
,
it
will
kill
me
!
"
Seeing
Rosa
's
distress
,
Cornelius
seized
the
iron
bars
of
the
grating
,
and
furiously
shaking
them
,
called
out
,
--
"
Rosa
,
Rosa
,
we
have
been
robbed
,
it
is
true
,
but
shall
we
allow
ourselves
to
be
dejected
for
all
that
?
No
,
no
;
the
misfortune
is
great
,
but
it
may
perhaps
be
remedied
.
Rosa
,
we
know
the
thief
!
"
