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In
vain
did
Cornelius
look
to
the
right
and
to
the
left
;
he
saw
no
sign
either
of
Rosa
or
Gryphus
.
On
reaching
the
Esplanade
,
he
bravely
looked
about
for
the
guards
who
were
to
be
his
executioners
,
and
in
reality
saw
a
dozen
soldiers
assembled
.
But
they
were
not
standing
in
line
,
or
carrying
muskets
,
but
talking
together
so
gayly
that
Cornelius
felt
almost
shocked
.
All
at
once
,
Gryphus
,
limping
,
staggering
,
and
supporting
himself
on
a
crooked
stick
,
came
forth
from
the
jailer
's
lodge
;
his
old
eyes
,
gray
as
those
of
a
cat
,
were
lit
up
by
a
gleam
in
which
all
his
hatred
was
concentrated
.
He
then
began
to
pour
forth
such
a
torrent
of
disgusting
imprecations
against
Cornelius
,
that
the
latter
,
addressing
the
officer
,
said
,
--
"
I
do
not
think
it
very
becoming
sir
,
that
I
should
be
thus
insulted
by
this
man
,
especially
at
a
moment
like
this
.
"
"
Well
!
hear
me
,
"
said
the
officer
,
laughing
,
"
it
is
quite
natural
that
this
worthy
fellow
should
bear
you
a
grudge
,
--
you
seem
to
have
given
it
him
very
soundly
.
"
"
But
,
sir
,
it
was
only
in
self-defence
.
"
"
Never
mind
,
"
said
the
Captain
,
shrugging
his
shoulders
like
a
true
philosopher
,
"
let
him
talk
;
what
does
it
matter
to
you
now
?
"
The
cold
sweat
stood
on
the
brow
of
Cornelius
at
this
answer
,
which
he
looked
upon
somewhat
in
the
light
of
brutal
irony
,
especially
as
coming
from
an
officer
of
whom
he
had
heard
it
said
that
he
was
attached
to
the
person
of
the
Prince
.
The
unfortunate
tulip-fancier
then
felt
that
he
had
no
more
resources
,
and
no
more
friends
,
and
resigned
himself
to
his
fate
.
