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William
of
Orange
--
for
he
it
was
--
knit
his
brows
in
a
very
forbidding
manner
,
restrained
the
glance
of
gloomy
malice
which
glistened
in
his
half-closed
eye
,
and
answered
,
--
"
Captain
Van
Deken
,
I
request
you
to
go
and
look
after
my
troops
,
that
they
may
be
armed
for
any
emergency
.
"
"
But
am
I
to
leave
your
Highness
here
,
alone
,
in
the
presence
of
all
these
murderers
?
"
"
Go
,
and
do
n't
you
trouble
yourself
about
me
more
than
I
do
myself
,
"
the
Prince
gruffly
replied
.
The
officer
started
off
with
a
speed
which
was
much
less
owing
to
his
sense
of
military
obedience
than
to
his
pleasure
at
being
relieved
from
the
necessity
of
witnessing
the
shocking
spectacle
of
the
murder
of
the
other
brother
.
He
had
scarcely
left
the
room
,
when
John
--
who
,
with
an
almost
superhuman
effort
,
had
reached
the
stone
steps
of
a
house
nearly
opposite
that
where
his
former
pupil
concealed
himself
--
began
to
stagger
under
the
blows
which
were
inflicted
on
him
from
all
sides
,
calling
out
,
--
"
My
brother
!
where
is
my
brother
?
"
One
of
the
ruffians
knocked
off
his
hat
with
a
blow
of
his
clenched
fist
.
Another
showed
to
him
his
bloody
hands
;
for
this
fellow
had
ripped
open
Cornelius
and
disembowelled
him
,
and
was
now
hastening
to
the
spot
in
order
not
to
lose
the
opportunity
of
serving
the
Grand
Pensionary
in
the
same
manner
,
whilst
they
were
dragging
the
dead
body
of
Cornelius
to
the
gibbet
.
