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"
"
Oh
!
oh
!
"
said
Cornelius
,
whose
heart
felt
oppressed
by
the
first
dread
of
death
.
"
What
quick
work
they
make
here
in
the
fortress
of
Loewestein
.
And
the
rascal
talked
to
me
of
twelve
hours
!
"
"
Ah
!
what
did
I
tell
you
?
"
whispered
the
communicative
guard
in
the
ear
of
the
culprit
.
"
A
lie
.
"
"
How
so
?
"
"
You
promised
me
twelve
hours
.
"
"
Ah
,
yes
,
but
here
comes
to
you
an
aide-de-camp
of
his
Highness
,
even
one
of
his
most
intimate
companions
Van
Deken
.
Zounds
!
they
did
not
grant
such
an
honour
to
poor
Mathias
.
"
"
Come
,
come
!
"
said
Cornelius
,
drawing
a
long
breath
.
"
Come
,
I
'll
show
to
these
people
that
an
honest
burgher
,
godson
of
Cornelius
de
Witt
,
can
without
flinching
receive
as
many
musket-balls
as
that
Mathias
.
"
Saying
this
,
he
passed
proudly
before
the
clerk
,
who
,
being
interrupted
in
his
work
,
ventured
to
say
to
the
officer
,
--
"
But
,
Captain
van
Deken
,
the
protocol
is
not
yet
finished
.
"
