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"
"
Be
quiet
,
unfortunate
man
,
and
come
quickly
back
into
the
carriage
,
for
here
is
the
escort
of
his
Highness
the
Stadtholder
,
and
if
the
Prince
observed
any
disturbance
,
or
heard
any
noise
,
it
would
be
ruin
to
me
,
as
well
as
to
you
.
"
Van
Baerle
,
more
afraid
for
his
companion
than
himself
,
threw
himself
back
into
the
carriage
,
but
he
could
only
keep
quiet
for
half
a
minute
,
and
the
first
twenty
horsemen
had
scarcely
passed
when
he
again
leaned
out
of
the
carriage
window
,
gesticulating
imploringly
towards
the
Stadtholder
at
the
very
moment
when
he
passed
.
William
,
impassible
and
quiet
as
usual
,
was
proceeding
to
the
green
to
fulfil
his
duty
as
chairman
.
He
held
in
his
hand
the
roll
of
parchment
,
which
,
on
this
festive
day
,
had
become
his
baton
.
Seeing
the
man
gesticulate
with
imploring
mien
,
and
perhaps
also
recognising
the
officer
who
accompanied
him
,
his
Highness
ordered
his
carriage
to
stop
.
In
an
instant
his
snorting
steeds
stood
still
,
at
a
distance
of
about
six
yards
from
the
carriage
in
which
Van
Baerle
was
caged
.
"
What
is
this
?
"
the
Prince
asked
the
officer
,
who
at
the
first
order
of
the
Stadtholder
had
jumped
out
of
the
carriage
,
and
was
respectfully
approaching
him
.
"
Monseigneur
,
"
he
cried
,
"
this
is
the
prisoner
of
state
whom
I
have
fetched
from
Loewestein
,
and
whom
I
have
brought
to
Haarlem
according
to
your
Highness
's
command
.
"
"
What
does
he
want
?
"
"
He
entreats
for
permission
to
stop
here
for
minute
.
