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"
Alas
!
what
can
I
say
about
it
?
"
"
But
I
say
that
it
is
no
one
else
but
that
infamous
Jacob
.
Shall
we
allow
him
to
carry
to
Haarlem
the
fruit
of
our
labour
,
the
fruit
of
our
sleepless
nights
,
the
child
of
our
love
?
Rosa
,
we
must
pursue
,
we
must
overtake
him
!
"
"
But
how
can
we
do
all
this
,
my
friend
,
without
letting
my
father
know
we
were
in
communication
with
each
other
?
How
should
I
,
a
poor
girl
,
with
so
little
knowledge
of
the
world
and
its
ways
,
be
able
to
attain
this
end
,
which
perhaps
you
could
not
attain
yourself
?
"
"
Rosa
,
Rosa
,
open
this
door
to
me
,
and
you
will
see
whether
I
will
not
find
the
thief
,
--
whether
I
will
not
make
him
confess
his
crime
and
beg
for
mercy
.
"
"
Alas
!
"
cried
Rosa
,
sobbing
,
"
can
I
open
the
door
for
you
?
have
I
the
keys
?
If
I
had
had
them
,
would
not
you
have
been
free
long
ago
?
"
"
Your
father
has
them
,
--
your
wicked
father
,
who
has
already
crushed
the
first
bulb
of
my
tulip
.
Oh
,
the
wretch
!
he
is
an
accomplice
of
Jacob
!
"
"
Do
n't
speak
so
loud
,
for
Heaven
's
sake
!
"
"
Oh
,
Rosa
,
if
you
do
n't
open
the
door
to
me
,
"
Cornelius
cried
in
his
rage
,
"
I
shall
force
these
bars
,
and
kill
everything
I
find
in
the
prison
.
"
"
Be
merciful
,
be
merciful
,
my
friend
!
"
