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"
Oh
!
what
has
become
of
them
?
Well
,
one
has
failed
;
the
second
has
produced
the
black
tulip
.
"
"
And
the
third
?
"
"
The
third
!
"
"
The
third
,
--
where
is
it
?
"
"
I
have
it
at
home
,
"
said
Boxtel
,
quite
confused
.
"
At
home
?
Where
?
At
Loewestein
,
or
at
Dort
?
"
"
At
Dort
,
"
said
Boxtel
.
"
You
lie
!
"
cried
Rosa
.
"
Monseigneur
,
"
she
continued
,
whilst
turning
round
to
the
Prince
,
"
I
will
tell
you
the
true
story
of
these
three
bulbs
.
The
first
was
crushed
by
my
father
in
the
prisoner
's
cell
,
and
this
man
is
quite
aware
of
it
,
for
he
himself
wanted
to
get
hold
of
it
,
and
,
being
balked
in
his
hope
,
he
very
nearly
fell
out
with
my
father
,
who
had
been
the
cause
of
his
disappointment
.
The
second
bulb
,
planted
by
me
,
has
produced
the
black
tulip
,
and
the
third
and
last
"
--
saying
this
,
she
drew
it
from
her
bosom
--
"
here
it
is
,
in
the
very
same
paper
in
which
it
was
wrapped
up
together
with
the
two
others
.
When
about
to
be
led
to
the
scaffold
,
Cornelius
van
Baerle
gave
me
all
the
three
.
Take
it
,
Monseigneur
,
take
it
.
"
And
Rosa
,
unfolding
the
paper
,
offered
the
bulb
to
the
Prince
,
who
took
it
from
her
hands
and
examined
it
.
"
But
,
Monseigneur
,
this
young
woman
may
have
stolen
the
bulb
,
as
she
did
the
tulip
,
"
Boxtel
said
,
with
a
faltering
voice
,
and
evidently
alarmed
at
the
attention
with
which
the
Prince
examined
the
bulb
;
and
even
more
at
the
movements
of
Rosa
,
who
was
reading
some
lines
written
on
the
paper
which
remained
in
her
hands
.
