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Then
,
turning
round
towards
his
troop
,
he
gave
the
word
of
command
,
--
"
Tilly
's
dragoons
,
wheel
to
the
right
!
"
After
this
,
he
added
,
in
an
undertone
,
yet
loud
enough
for
his
words
to
be
not
altogether
lost
to
those
about
him
,
--
"
And
now
,
ye
butchers
,
do
your
work
!
"
A
savage
yell
,
in
which
all
the
keen
hatred
and
ferocious
triumph
rife
in
the
precincts
of
the
prison
simultaneously
burst
forth
,
and
accompanied
the
departure
of
the
dragoons
,
as
they
were
quietly
filing
off
.
The
Count
tarried
behind
,
facing
to
the
last
the
infuriated
populace
,
which
advanced
at
the
same
rate
as
the
Count
retired
.
John
de
Witt
,
therefore
,
had
by
no
means
exaggerated
the
danger
,
when
,
assisting
his
brother
in
getting
up
,
he
hurried
his
departure
.
Cornelius
,
leaning
on
the
arm
of
the
Ex-Grand
Pensionary
,
descended
the
stairs
which
led
to
the
courtyard
.
At
the
bottom
of
the
staircase
he
found
little
Rosa
,
trembling
all
over
.
"
Oh
,
Mynheer
John
,
"
she
said
,
"
what
a
misfortune
!
"
"
What
is
it
,
my
child
?
"
asked
De
Witt
.
"
They
say
that
they
are
gone
to
the
Town-hall
to
fetch
the
order
for
Tilly
's
horse
to
withdraw
.
"
