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"
The
shouts
and
cries
are
growing
louder
and
louder
,
"
said
John
;
"
there
is
not
a
moment
to
be
lost
.
"
"
Come
along
,
gentlemen
,
"
said
the
girl
,
who
now
led
the
two
brothers
through
an
inner
lobby
to
the
back
of
the
prison
.
Guided
by
her
,
they
descended
a
staircase
of
about
a
dozen
steps
;
traversed
a
small
courtyard
,
which
was
surrounded
by
castellated
walls
;
and
,
the
arched
door
having
been
opened
for
them
by
Rosa
,
they
emerged
into
a
lonely
street
where
their
carriage
was
ready
to
receive
them
.
"
Quick
,
quick
,
my
masters
!
do
you
hear
them
?
"
cried
the
coachman
,
in
a
deadly
fright
.
Yet
,
after
having
made
Cornelius
get
into
the
carriage
first
,
the
Grand
Pensionary
turned
round
towards
the
girl
,
to
whom
he
said
,
--
"
Good-bye
,
my
child
!
words
could
never
express
our
gratitude
.
God
will
reward
you
for
having
saved
the
lives
of
two
men
.
"
Rosa
took
the
hand
which
John
de
Witt
proffered
to
her
,
and
kissed
it
with
every
show
of
respect
.
"
Go
!
for
Heaven
's
sake
,
go
!
"
she
said
;
"
it
seems
they
are
going
to
force
the
gate
.
"
John
de
Witt
hastily
got
in
,
sat
himself
down
by
the
side
of
his
brother
,
and
,
fastening
the
apron
of
the
carriage
,
called
out
to
the
coachman
,
--
"
To
the
Tol-Hek
!
"
