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"
Good
Heaven
!
"
she
muttered
to
herself
,
"
I
have
made
a
grievous
blunder
;
it
may
be
I
have
ruined
Cornelius
,
the
tulip
,
and
myself
.
I
have
given
the
alarm
,
and
perhaps
awakened
suspicion
.
I
am
but
a
woman
;
these
men
may
league
themselves
against
me
,
and
then
I
shall
be
lost
.
If
I
am
lost
that
matters
nothing
,
--
but
Cornelius
and
the
tulip
!
"
She
reflected
for
a
moment
.
"
If
I
go
to
that
Boxtel
,
and
do
not
know
him
;
if
that
Boxtel
is
not
my
Jacob
,
but
another
fancier
,
who
has
also
discovered
the
black
tulip
;
or
if
my
tulip
has
been
stolen
by
some
one
else
,
or
has
already
passed
into
the
hands
of
a
third
person
;
--
if
I
do
not
recognize
the
man
,
only
the
tulip
,
how
shall
I
prove
that
it
belongs
to
me
?
On
the
other
hand
,
if
I
recognise
this
Boxtel
as
Jacob
,
who
knows
what
will
come
out
of
it
?
whilst
we
are
contesting
with
each
other
,
the
tulip
will
die
.
"
In
the
meanwhile
,
a
great
noise
was
heard
,
like
the
distant
roar
of
the
sea
,
at
the
other
extremity
of
the
market-place
.
People
were
running
about
,
doors
opening
and
shutting
,
Rosa
alone
was
unconscious
of
all
this
hubbub
among
the
multitude
.
"
We
must
return
to
the
President
,
"
she
muttered
.
"
Well
,
then
,
let
us
return
,
"
said
the
boatman
.
They
took
a
small
street
,
which
led
them
straight
to
the
mansion
of
Mynheer
van
Systens
,
who
with
his
best
pen
in
his
finest
hand
continued
to
draw
up
his
report
.
Everywhere
on
her
way
Rosa
heard
people
speaking
only
of
the
black
tulip
,
and
the
prize
of
a
hundred
thousand
guilders
.
The
news
had
spread
like
wildfire
through
the
town
.
Rosa
had
not
a
little
difficulty
is
penetrating
a
second
time
into
the
office
of
Mynheer
van
Systens
,
who
,
however
,
was
again
moved
by
the
magic
name
of
the
black
tulip
.
