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And
the
proud
tulip
,
raised
on
its
pedestal
,
soon
overlooked
the
assembled
crowd
of
people
,
who
clapped
their
hands
,
and
made
the
old
town
of
Haarlem
re-echo
with
their
tremendous
cheers
.
At
this
solemn
moment
,
and
whilst
the
cheers
still
resounded
,
a
carriage
was
driving
along
the
road
on
the
outskirts
of
the
green
on
which
the
scene
occurred
;
it
pursued
its
way
slowly
,
on
account
of
the
flocks
of
children
who
were
pushed
out
of
the
avenue
by
the
crowd
of
men
and
women
.
This
carriage
,
covered
with
dust
,
and
creaking
on
its
axles
,
the
result
of
a
long
journey
,
enclosed
the
unfortunate
Van
Baerle
,
who
was
just
beginning
to
get
a
glimpse
through
the
open
window
of
the
scene
which
we
have
tried
--
with
poor
success
,
no
doubt
--
to
present
to
the
eyes
of
the
reader
.
The
crowd
and
the
noise
and
the
display
of
artificial
and
natural
magnificence
were
as
dazzling
to
the
prisoner
as
a
ray
of
light
flashing
suddenly
into
his
dungeon
.
Notwithstanding
the
little
readiness
which
his
companion
had
shown
in
answering
his
questions
concerning
his
fate
,
he
ventured
once
more
to
ask
the
meaning
of
all
this
bustle
,
which
at
first
sight
seemed
to
be
utterly
disconnected
with
his
own
affairs
.
"
What
is
all
this
,
pray
,
Mynheer
Lieutenant
?
"
he
asked
of
his
conductor
.
"
As
you
may
see
,
sir
,
"
replied
the
officer
,
"
it
is
a
feast
.
"
"
Ah
,
a
feast
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
in
the
sad
tone
of
indifference
of
a
man
to
whom
no
joy
remains
in
this
world
.
Then
,
after
some
moments
,
silence
,
during
which
the
carriage
had
proceeded
a
few
yards
,
he
asked
once
more
,
--
"
The
feast
of
the
patron
saint
of
Haarlem
?
as
I
see
so
many
flowers
.
"
