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"
Jump
out
of
the
window
.
"
"
Twenty-five
feet
from
the
ground
!
"
"
But
you
will
fall
on
six
feet
of
soft
soil
!
"
"
Yes
,
but
I
should
fall
on
my
tulips
.
"
"
Never
mind
,
jump
out
.
"
Cornelius
took
the
third
bulb
,
approached
the
window
and
opened
it
,
but
seeing
what
havoc
he
would
necessarily
cause
in
his
borders
,
and
,
more
than
this
,
what
a
height
he
would
have
to
jump
,
he
called
out
,
"
Never
!
"
and
fell
back
a
step
.
At
this
moment
they
saw
across
the
banister
of
the
staircase
the
points
of
the
halberds
of
the
soldiers
rising
.
The
housekeeper
raised
her
hands
to
heaven
.
As
to
Cornelius
van
Baerle
,
it
must
be
stated
to
his
honour
,
not
as
a
man
,
but
as
a
tulip-fancier
,
his
only
thought
was
for
his
inestimable
bulbs
.
Looking
about
for
a
paper
in
which
to
wrap
them
up
,
he
noticed
the
fly-leaf
from
the
Bible
,
which
Craeke
had
laid
upon
the
table
,
took
it
without
in
his
confusion
remembering
whence
it
came
,
folded
in
it
the
three
bulbs
,
secreted
them
in
his
bosom
,
and
waited
.
