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At
this
moment
the
roar
of
the
multitude
broke
forth
like
thunder
,
for
it
was
now
quite
certain
that
Cornelius
de
Witt
was
no
longer
in
the
prison
.
Cornelius
and
John
,
after
driving
along
the
pond
,
had
taken
the
main
street
,
which
leads
to
the
Tol-Hek
,
giving
directions
to
the
coachman
to
slacken
his
pace
,
in
order
not
to
excite
any
suspicion
.
But
when
,
on
having
proceeded
half-way
down
that
street
,
the
man
felt
that
he
had
left
the
prison
and
death
behind
,
and
before
him
there
was
life
and
liberty
,
he
neglected
every
precaution
,
and
set
his
horses
off
at
a
gallop
.
All
at
once
he
stopped
.
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
asked
John
,
putting
his
head
out
of
the
coach
window
.
"
Oh
,
my
masters
!
"
cried
the
coachman
,
"
it
is
--
--
"
Terror
choked
the
voice
of
the
honest
fellow
.
"
Well
,
say
what
you
have
to
say
!
"
urged
the
Grand
Pensionary
.
"
The
gate
is
closed
,
that
's
what
it
is
.
"
"
How
is
this
?
It
is
not
usual
to
close
the
gate
by
day
.
"
