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"
Is
the
prize
given
to-day
,
sir
?
"
"
Yes
,
the
prize
for
the
black
tulip
.
"
Cornelius
's
cheek
flushed
,
his
whole
frame
trembled
,
and
the
cold
sweat
stood
on
his
brow
.
"
Alas
!
sir
,
"
he
said
,
"
all
these
good
people
will
be
as
unfortunate
as
myself
,
for
they
will
not
see
the
solemnity
which
they
have
come
to
witness
,
or
at
least
they
will
see
it
incompletely
.
"
"
What
is
it
you
mean
to
say
?
"
"
I
mean
to
say
,
"
replied
Cornelius
,
throwing
himself
back
in
the
carriage
,
"
that
the
black
tulip
will
not
be
found
,
except
by
one
whom
I
know
.
"
"
In
this
case
,
"
said
the
officer
,
"
the
person
whom
you
know
has
found
it
,
for
the
thing
which
the
whole
of
Haarlem
is
looking
at
at
this
moment
is
neither
more
nor
less
than
the
black
tulip
.
"
"
The
black
tulip
!
"
replied
Van
Baerle
,
thrusting
half
his
body
out
of
the
carriage
window
.
"
Where
is
it
?
where
is
it
?
"
"
Down
there
on
the
throne
,
--
do
n't
you
see
?
"
