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In
fact
,
whilst
Boxtel
was
lying
in
bed
,
Cornelius
had
gone
down
to
his
garden
,
had
taken
up
the
mother
bulb
,
and
,
as
we
have
seen
,
divided
it
into
three
.
Boxtel
could
not
bring
himself
to
leave
the
place
.
He
dug
up
with
his
hands
more
than
ten
square
feet
of
ground
.
At
last
no
doubt
remained
of
his
misfortune
.
Mad
with
rage
,
he
returned
to
his
ladder
,
mounted
the
wall
,
drew
up
the
ladder
,
flung
it
into
his
own
garden
,
and
jumped
after
it
.
All
at
once
,
a
last
ray
of
hope
presented
itself
to
his
mind
:
the
seedling
bulbs
might
be
in
the
dry-room
;
it
was
therefore
only
requisite
to
make
his
entry
there
as
he
had
done
into
the
garden
.
There
he
would
find
them
,
and
,
moreover
,
it
was
not
at
all
difficult
,
as
the
sashes
of
the
dry-room
might
be
raised
like
those
of
a
greenhouse
.
Cornelius
had
opened
them
on
that
morning
,
and
no
one
had
thought
of
closing
them
again
.
Everything
,
therefore
,
depended
upon
whether
he
could
procure
a
ladder
of
sufficient
length
,
--
one
of
twenty-five
feet
instead
of
ten
.
Boxtel
had
noticed
in
the
street
where
he
lived
a
house
which
was
being
repaired
,
and
against
which
a
very
tall
ladder
was
placed
.
This
ladder
would
do
admirably
,
unless
the
workmen
had
taken
it
away
.
He
ran
to
the
house
:
the
ladder
was
there
.
Boxtel
took
it
,
carried
it
with
great
exertion
to
his
garden
,
and
with
even
greater
difficulty
raised
it
against
the
wall
of
Van
Baerle
's
house
,
where
it
just
reached
to
the
window
.
