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And
without
laying
down
the
bulb
which
he
already
held
,
Baerle
went
to
the
fireplace
,
knelt
down
and
stirred
with
the
tip
of
his
finger
the
ashes
,
which
fortunately
were
quite
cold
.
He
at
once
felt
the
other
bulb
.
"
Well
,
here
it
is
,
"
he
said
;
and
,
looking
at
it
with
almost
fatherly
affection
,
he
exclaimed
,
"
Uninjured
as
the
first
!
"
At
this
very
instant
,
and
whilst
Cornelius
,
still
on
his
knees
,
was
examining
his
pets
,
the
door
of
the
dry-room
was
so
violently
shaken
,
and
opened
in
such
a
brusque
manner
,
that
Cornelius
felt
rising
in
his
cheeks
and
his
ears
the
glow
of
that
evil
counsellor
which
is
called
wrath
.
"
Now
,
what
is
it
again
,
"
he
demanded
;
"
are
people
going
mad
here
?
"
"
Oh
,
sir
!
sir
!
"
cried
the
servant
,
rushing
into
the
dry-room
with
a
much
paler
face
and
with
a
much
more
frightened
mien
than
Craeke
had
shown
.
"
Well
!
"
asked
Cornelius
,
foreboding
some
mischief
from
the
double
breach
of
the
strict
rule
of
his
house
.
"
Oh
,
sir
,
fly
!
fly
quick
!
"
cried
the
servant
.
"
Fly
!
and
what
for
?
"
"
Sir
,
the
house
is
full
of
the
guards
of
the
States
.
"
