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"
God
's
will
be
done
,
"
he
muttered
,
bowing
his
head
;
then
,
turning
towards
the
officer
,
who
seemed
complacently
to
wait
until
he
had
finished
his
meditations
he
asked
,
--
"
Please
,
sir
,
tell
me
now
,
where
am
I
to
go
?
"
The
officer
pointed
to
a
carriage
,
drawn
by
four
horses
,
which
reminded
him
very
strongly
of
that
which
,
under
similar
circumstances
,
had
before
attracted
his
attention
at
Buytenhof
.
"
Enter
,
"
said
the
officer
.
"
Ah
!
"
muttered
Cornelius
to
himself
,
"
it
seems
they
are
not
going
to
treat
me
to
the
honours
of
the
Esplanade
.
"
He
uttered
these
words
loud
enough
for
the
chatty
guard
,
who
was
at
his
heels
,
to
overhear
him
That
kind
soul
very
likely
thought
it
his
duty
to
give
Cornelius
some
new
information
;
for
,
approaching
the
door
of
the
carriage
,
whilst
the
officer
,
with
one
foot
on
the
step
,
was
still
giving
some
orders
,
he
whispered
to
Van
Baerle
,
--
"
Condémned
prisoners
have
sometimes
been
taken
to
their
own
town
to
be
made
an
example
of
,
and
have
then
been
executed
before
the
door
of
their
own
house
.
It
's
all
according
to
circumstances
.
"
Cornelius
thanked
him
by
signs
,
and
then
said
to
himself
,
--
"
Well
,
here
is
a
fellow
who
never
misses
giving
consolation
whenever
an
opportunity
presents
itself
.
In
truth
,
my
friend
,
I
'm
very
much
obliged
to
you
.
Goodbye
.
"
