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He
knew
too
well
what
was
about
to
happen
in
the
house
of
the
poor
doctor
to
feel
any
desire
to
look
into
it
.
He
did
not
even
get
up
when
his
only
servant
--
who
envied
the
lot
of
the
servants
of
Cornelius
just
as
bitterly
as
Boxtel
did
that
of
their
master
--
entered
his
bedroom
.
He
said
to
the
man
,
--
"
I
shall
not
get
up
to-day
,
I
am
ill
.
"
About
nine
o'clock
he
heard
a
great
noise
in
the
street
which
made
him
tremble
,
at
this
moment
he
was
paler
than
a
real
invalid
,
and
shook
more
violently
than
a
man
in
the
height
of
fever
.
His
servant
entered
the
room
;
Boxtel
hid
himself
under
the
counterpane
.
"
Oh
,
sir
!
"
cried
the
servant
,
not
without
some
inkling
that
,
whilst
deploring
the
mishap
which
had
befallen
Van
Baerle
,
he
was
announcing
agreeable
news
to
his
master
,
--
"
oh
,
sir
!
you
do
not
know
,
then
,
what
is
happening
at
this
moment
?
"
"
How
can
I
know
it
?
"
answered
Boxtel
,
with
an
almost
unintelligible
voice
.
"
Well
,
Mynheer
Boxtel
,
at
this
moment
your
neighbour
Cornelius
van
Baerle
is
arrested
for
high
treason
.
"
"
Nonsense
!
"
Boxtel
muttered
,
with
a
faltering
voice
;
"
the
thing
is
impossible
.
"
"
Faith
,
sir
,
at
any
rate
that
's
what
people
say
;
and
,
besides
,
I
have
seen
Judge
van
Spennen
with
the
archers
entering
the
house
.
"
"
Well
,
if
you
have
seen
it
with
your
own
eyes
,
that
's
a
different
case
altogether
.
"
