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"
Thank
you
,
Monseigneur
,
thank
you
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
nearly
swooning
with
joy
,
and
staggering
on
the
steps
of
his
carriage
;
had
not
the
officer
supported
him
,
our
poor
friend
would
have
made
his
thanks
to
his
Highness
prostrate
on
his
knees
with
his
forehead
in
the
dust
.
After
having
granted
this
permission
,
the
Prince
proceeded
on
his
way
over
the
green
amidst
the
most
enthusiastic
acclamations
.
He
soon
arrived
at
the
platform
,
and
the
thunder
of
cannon
shook
the
air
.
Van
Baerle
,
led
by
four
guards
,
who
pushed
their
way
through
the
crowd
,
sidled
up
to
the
black
tulip
,
towards
which
his
gaze
was
attracted
with
increasing
interest
the
nearer
he
approached
to
it
.
He
saw
it
at
last
,
that
unique
flower
,
which
he
was
to
see
once
and
no
more
.
He
saw
it
at
the
distance
of
six
paces
,
and
was
delighted
with
its
perfection
and
gracefulness
;
he
saw
it
surrounded
by
young
and
beautiful
girls
,
who
formed
,
as
it
were
,
a
guard
of
honour
for
this
queen
of
excellence
and
purity
.
And
yet
,
the
more
he
ascertained
with
his
own
eyes
the
perfection
of
the
flower
,
the
more
wretched
and
miserable
he
felt
.
He
looked
all
around
for
some
one
to
whom
he
might
address
only
one
question
,
but
his
eyes
everywhere
met
strange
faces
,
and
the
attention
of
all
was
directed
towards
the
chair
of
state
,
on
which
the
Stadtholder
had
seated
himself
.
William
rose
,
casting
a
tranquil
glance
over
the
enthusiastic
crowd
,
and
his
keen
eyes
rested
by
turns
on
the
three
extremities
of
a
triangle
formed
opposite
to
him
by
three
persons
of
very
different
interests
and
feelings
.
At
one
of
the
angles
,
Boxtel
,
trembling
with
impatience
,
and
quite
absorbed
in
watching
the
Prince
,
the
guilders
,
the
black
tulip
,
and
the
crowd
.
At
the
other
,
Cornelius
,
panting
for
breath
,
silent
,
and
his
attention
,
his
eyes
,
his
life
,
his
heart
,
his
love
,
quite
concentrated
on
the
black
tulip
.
And
thirdly
,
standing
on
a
raised
step
among
the
maidens
of
Haarlem
,
a
beautiful
Frisian
girl
,
dressed
in
fine
scarlet
woollen
cloth
,
embroidered
with
silver
,
and
covered
with
a
lace
veil
,
which
fell
in
rich
folds
from
her
head-dress
of
gold
brocade
;
in
one
word
,
Rosa
,
who
,
faint
and
with
swimming
eyes
,
was
leaning
on
the
arm
of
one
of
the
officers
of
William
.
The
Prince
then
slowly
unfolded
the
parchment
,
and
said
,
with
a
calm
clear
voice
,
which
,
although
low
,
made
itself
perfectly
heard
amidst
the
respectful
silence
,
which
all
at
once
arrested
the
breath
of
fifty
thousand
spectators
:
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