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And
yet
the
fuming
crowd
did
not
know
that
,
at
that
very
moment
when
they
were
tracking
the
scent
of
one
of
their
victims
,
the
other
,
as
if
hurrying
to
meet
his
fate
,
passed
,
at
a
distance
of
not
more
than
a
hundred
yards
,
behind
the
groups
of
people
and
the
dragoons
,
to
betake
himself
to
the
Buytenhof
.
John
de
Witt
,
indeed
,
had
alighted
from
his
coach
with
his
servant
,
and
quietly
walked
across
the
courtyard
of
the
prison
.
Mentioning
his
name
to
the
turnkey
,
who
however
knew
him
,
he
said
,
--
"
Good
morning
,
Gryphus
;
I
am
coming
to
take
away
my
brother
,
who
,
as
you
know
,
is
condemned
to
exile
,
and
to
carry
him
out
of
the
town
.
"
Whereupon
the
jailer
,
a
sort
of
bear
,
trained
to
lock
and
unlock
the
gates
of
the
prison
,
had
greeted
him
and
admitted
him
into
the
building
,
the
doors
of
which
were
immediately
closed
again
.
Ten
yards
farther
on
,
John
de
Witt
met
a
lovely
young
girl
,
of
about
seventeen
or
eighteen
,
dressed
in
the
national
costume
of
the
Frisian
women
,
who
,
with
pretty
demureness
,
dropped
a
curtesy
to
him
.
Chucking
her
under
the
chin
,
he
said
to
her
,
--
"
Good
morning
,
my
good
and
fair
Rosa
;
how
is
my
brother
?
"
"
Oh
,
Mynheer
John
!
"
the
young
girl
replied
,
"
I
am
not
afraid
of
the
harm
which
has
been
done
to
him
.
That
's
all
over
now
.
"
"
But
what
is
it
you
are
afraid
of
?
"
"
I
am
afraid
of
the
harm
which
they
are
going
to
do
to
him
