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During
this
time
Boxtel
had
left
the
fortress
by
the
door
which
Rosa
herself
had
opened
.
He
carried
the
black
tulip
wrapped
up
in
a
cloak
,
and
,
throwing
himself
into
a
coach
,
which
was
waiting
for
him
at
Gorcum
,
he
drove
off
,
without
,
as
may
well
be
imagined
,
having
informed
his
friend
Gryphus
of
his
sudden
departure
.
And
now
,
as
we
have
seen
him
enter
his
coach
,
we
shall
with
the
consent
of
the
reader
,
follow
him
to
the
end
of
his
journey
.
He
proceeded
but
slowly
,
as
the
black
tulip
could
not
bear
travelling
post-haste
.
But
Boxtel
,
fearing
that
he
might
not
arrive
early
enough
,
procured
at
Delft
a
box
,
lined
all
round
with
fresh
moss
,
in
which
he
packed
the
tulip
.
The
flower
was
so
lightly
pressed
upon
all
sides
,
with
a
supply
of
air
from
above
,
that
the
coach
could
now
travel
full
speed
without
any
possibility
of
injury
to
the
tulip
.
He
arrived
next
morning
at
Haarlem
,
fatigued
but
triumphant
;
and
,
to
do
away
with
every
trace
of
the
theft
,
he
transplanted
the
tulip
,
and
,
breaking
the
original
flower-pot
,
threw
the
pieces
into
the
canal
.
After
which
he
wrote
the
President
of
the
Horticultural
Society
a
letter
,
in
which
he
announced
to
him
that
he
had
just
arrived
at
Haarlem
with
a
perfectly
black
tulip
;
and
,
with
his
flower
all
safe
,
took
up
his
quarters
at
a
good
hotel
in
the
town
,
and
there
he
waited
.
Rosa
,
on
leaving
Cornelius
,
had
fixed
on
her
plan
,
which
was
no
other
than
to
restore
to
Cornelius
the
stolen
tulip
,
or
never
to
see
him
again
.
She
had
seen
the
despair
of
the
prisoner
,
and
she
knew
that
it
was
derived
from
a
double
source
,
and
that
it
was
incurable
.
On
the
one
hand
,
separation
became
inevitable
,
--
Gryphus
having
at
the
same
time
surprised
the
secret
of
their
love
and
of
their
secret
meetings
.
On
the
other
hand
,
all
the
hopes
on
the
fulfilment
of
which
Cornelius
van
Baerle
had
rested
his
ambition
for
the
last
seven
years
were
now
crushed
.
Rosa
was
one
of
those
women
who
are
dejected
by
trifles
,
but
who
in
great
emergencies
are
supplied
by
the
misfortune
itself
with
the
energy
for
combating
or
with
the
resources
for
remedying
it
.
