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"
It
is
my
tulip
,
"
cried
Rosa
,
"
I
recognise
it
.
Oh
,
my
poor
Cornelius
!
"
And
saying
this
she
burst
into
tears
.
The
Prince
rose
from
his
seat
,
went
to
the
door
,
where
he
stood
for
some
time
with
the
full
light
falling
upon
his
figure
.
As
Rosa
's
eyes
now
rested
upon
him
,
she
felt
more
than
ever
convinced
that
this
was
not
the
first
time
she
had
seen
the
stranger
.
"
Master
Boxtel
,
"
said
the
Prince
,
"
come
in
here
,
if
you
please
.
"
Boxtel
eagerly
approached
,
and
,
finding
himself
face
to
face
with
William
of
Orange
,
started
back
.
"
His
Highness
!
"
he
called
out
.
"
His
Highness
!
"
Rosa
repeated
in
dismay
.
Hearing
this
exclamation
on
his
left
,
Boxtel
turned
round
,
and
perceived
Rosa
.
At
this
sight
the
whole
frame
of
the
thief
shook
as
if
under
the
influence
of
a
galvanic
shock
.
