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One
evening
he
tied
two
cats
together
by
their
hind
legs
with
a
string
about
six
feet
in
length
,
and
threw
them
from
the
wall
into
the
midst
of
that
noble
,
that
princely
,
that
royal
bed
,
which
contained
not
only
the
"
Cornelius
de
Witt
,
"
but
also
the
"
Beauty
of
Brabant
,
"
milk-white
,
edged
with
purple
and
pink
,
the
"
Marble
of
Rotterdam
,
"
colour
of
flax
,
blossoms
feathered
red
and
flesh
colour
,
the
"
Wonder
of
Haarlem
,
"
the
"
Colombin
obscur
,
"
and
the
"
Columbin
clair
terni
.
"
The
frightened
cats
,
having
alighted
on
the
ground
,
first
tried
to
fly
each
in
a
different
direction
,
until
the
string
by
which
they
were
tied
together
was
tightly
stretched
across
the
bed
;
then
,
however
,
feeling
that
they
were
not
able
to
get
off
,
they
began
to
pull
to
and
fro
,
and
to
wheel
about
with
hideous
caterwaulings
,
mowing
down
with
their
string
the
flowers
among
which
they
were
struggling
,
until
,
after
a
furious
strife
of
about
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
the
string
broke
and
the
combatants
vanished
.
Boxtel
,
hidden
behind
his
sycamore
,
could
not
see
anything
,
as
it
was
pitch-dark
;
but
the
piercing
cries
of
the
cats
told
the
whole
tale
,
and
his
heart
overflowing
with
gall
now
throbbed
with
triumphant
joy
.
Boxtel
was
so
eager
to
ascertain
the
extent
of
the
injury
,
that
he
remained
at
his
post
until
morning
to
feast
his
eyes
on
the
sad
state
in
which
the
two
cats
had
left
the
flower-beds
of
his
neighbour
.
The
mists
of
the
morning
chilled
his
frame
,
but
he
did
not
feel
the
cold
,
the
hope
of
revenge
keeping
his
blood
at
fever
heat
.
The
chagrin
of
his
rival
was
to
pay
for
all
the
inconvenience
which
he
incurred
himself
.
At
the
earliest
dawn
the
door
of
the
white
house
opened
,
and
Van
Baerle
made
his
appearance
,
approaching
the
flower-beds
with
the
smile
of
a
man
who
has
passed
the
night
comfortably
in
his
bed
,
and
has
had
happy
dreams
.
All
at
once
he
perceived
furrows
and
little
mounds
of
earth
on
the
beds
which
only
the
evening
before
had
been
as
smooth
as
a
mirror
,
all
at
once
he
perceived
the
symmetrical
rows
of
his
tulips
to
be
completely
disordered
,
like
the
pikes
of
a
battalion
in
the
midst
of
which
a
shell
has
fallen
.
He
ran
up
to
them
with
blanched
cheek
.
Boxtel
trembled
with
joy
.
Fifteen
or
twenty
tulips
,
torn
and
crushed
,
were
lying
about
,
some
of
them
bent
,
others
completely
broken
and
already
withering
,
the
sap
oozing
from
their
bleeding
bulbs
:
how
gladly
would
Van
Baerle
have
redeemed
that
precious
sap
with
his
own
blood
!
But
what
were
his
surprise
and
his
delight
!
what
was
the
disappointment
of
his
rival
!
Not
one
of
the
four
tulips
which
the
latter
had
meant
to
destroy
was
injured
at
all
.
They
raised
proudly
their
noble
heads
above
the
corpses
of
their
slain
companions
.
This
was
enough
to
console
Van
Baerle
,
and
enough
to
fan
the
rage
of
the
horticultural
murderer
,
who
tore
his
hair
at
the
sight
of
the
effects
of
the
crime
which
he
had
committed
in
vain
.
Van
Baerle
could
not
imagine
the
cause
of
the
mishap
,
which
,
fortunately
,
was
of
far
less
consequence
than
it
might
have
been
.
On
making
inquiries
,
he
learned
that
the
whole
night
had
been
disturbed
by
terrible
caterwaulings
.
