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And
whilst
the
affectionate
father
was
rejoicing
at
the
thought
of
his
daughter
weeping
in
her
room
,
Rosa
was
making
the
best
of
her
way
towards
Haarlem
.
Thus
the
prisoner
alone
was
where
Gryphus
thought
him
to
be
.
Rosa
was
so
little
with
her
father
since
she
took
care
of
the
tulip
,
that
at
his
dinner
hour
,
that
is
to
say
,
at
twelve
o'clock
,
he
was
reminded
for
the
first
time
by
his
appetite
that
his
daughter
was
fretting
rather
too
long
.
He
sent
one
of
the
under-turnkeys
to
call
her
;
and
,
when
the
man
came
back
to
tell
him
that
he
had
called
and
sought
her
in
vain
,
he
resolved
to
go
and
call
her
himself
.
He
first
went
to
her
room
,
but
,
loud
as
he
knocked
,
Rosa
answered
not
.
The
locksmith
of
the
fortress
was
sent
for
;
he
opened
the
door
,
but
Gryphus
no
more
found
Rosa
than
she
had
found
the
tulip
.
At
that
very
moment
she
entered
Rotterdam
.
Gryphus
therefore
had
just
as
little
chance
of
finding
her
in
the
kitchen
as
in
her
room
,
and
just
as
little
in
the
garden
as
in
the
kitchen
.
The
reader
may
imagine
the
anger
of
the
jailer
when
,
after
having
made
inquiries
about
the
neighbourhood
,
he
heard
that
his
daughter
had
hired
a
horse
,
and
,
like
an
adventuress
,
set
out
on
a
journey
without
saying
where
she
was
going
.
Gryphus
again
went
up
in
his
fury
to
Van
Baerle
,
abused
him
,
threatened
him
,
knocked
all
the
miserable
furniture
of
his
cell
about
,
and
promised
him
all
sorts
of
misery
,
even
starvation
and
flogging
.
