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"
"
We
shall
see
,
"
his
Highness
replied
,
with
the
most
perfect
coolness
;
"
God
alone
knows
what
is
going
on
within
the
hearts
of
men
.
"
The
officer
looked
askance
at
the
impassible
figure
of
his
companion
,
and
grew
pale
:
he
was
an
honest
man
as
well
as
a
brave
one
.
From
the
spot
where
they
stood
,
his
Highness
and
his
attendant
heard
the
tumult
and
the
heavy
tramp
of
the
crowd
on
the
staircase
of
the
Town-hall
.
The
noise
thereupon
sounded
through
the
windows
of
the
hall
,
on
the
balcony
of
which
Mynheers
Bowelt
and
D'Asperen
had
presented
themselves
.
These
two
gentlemen
had
retired
into
the
building
,
very
likely
from
fear
of
being
forced
over
the
balustrade
by
the
pressure
of
the
crowd
.
After
this
,
fluctuating
shadows
in
tumultuous
confusion
were
seen
flitting
to
and
fro
across
the
windows
:
the
council
hall
was
filling
.
Suddenly
the
noise
subsided
,
and
as
suddenly
again
it
rose
with
redoubled
intensity
,
and
at
last
reached
such
a
pitch
that
the
old
building
shook
to
the
very
roof
.
At
length
,
the
living
stream
poured
back
through
the
galleries
and
stairs
to
the
arched
gateway
,
from
which
it
was
seen
issuing
like
waters
from
a
spout
.
At
the
head
of
the
first
group
,
man
was
flying
rather
than
running
,
his
face
hideously
distorted
with
satanic
glee
:
this
man
was
the
surgeon
Tyckelaer
.
"
We
have
it
!
we
have
it
!
"
he
cried
,
brandishing
a
paper
in
the
air
.
"
They
have
got
the
order
!
"
muttered
the
officer
in
amazement
.
