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All
bowed
,
and
the
Prince
left
,
among
the
deafening
cheers
of
the
crowd
outside
.
Boxtel
returned
to
his
inn
,
rather
puzzled
and
uneasy
,
tormented
by
misgivings
about
that
paper
which
William
had
received
from
the
hand
of
Rosa
,
and
which
his
Highness
had
read
,
folded
up
,
and
so
carefully
put
in
his
pocket
.
What
was
the
meaning
of
all
this
?
Rosa
went
up
to
the
tulip
,
tenderly
kissed
its
leaves
and
,
with
a
heart
full
of
happiness
and
confidence
in
the
ways
of
God
,
broke
out
in
the
words
,
--
"
Thou
knowest
best
for
what
end
Thou
madest
my
good
Cornelius
teach
me
to
read
.
"
Whilst
the
events
we
have
described
in
our
last
chapter
were
taking
place
,
the
unfortunate
Van
Baerle
,
forgotten
in
his
cell
in
the
fortress
of
Loewestein
,
suffered
at
the
hands
of
Gryphus
all
that
a
prisoner
can
suffer
when
his
jailer
has
formed
the
determination
of
playing
the
part
of
hangman
.
Gryphus
,
not
having
received
any
tidings
of
Rosa
or
of
Jacob
,
persuaded
himself
that
all
that
had
happened
was
the
devil
's
work
,
and
that
Dr.
Cornelius
van
Baerle
had
been
sent
on
earth
by
Satan
.
The
result
of
it
was
,
that
,
one
fine
morning
,
the
third
after
the
disappearance
of
Jacob
and
Rosa
,
he
went
up
to
the
cell
of
Cornelius
in
even
a
greater
rage
than
usual
.
The
latter
,
leaning
with
his
elbows
on
the
window-sill
and
supporting
his
head
with
his
two
hands
,
whilst
his
eyes
wandered
over
the
distant
hazy
horizon
where
the
windmills
of
Dort
were
turning
their
sails
,
was
breathing
the
fresh
air
,
in
order
to
be
able
to
keep
down
his
tears
and
to
fortify
himself
in
his
philosophy
.
The
pigeons
were
still
there
,
but
hope
was
not
there
;
there
was
no
future
to
look
forward
to
.
Alas
!
Rosa
,
being
watched
,
was
no
longer
able
to
come
.
Could
she
not
write
?
and
if
so
,
could
she
convey
her
letters
to
him
?
