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"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
said
De
Witt
,
"
you
mean
to
speak
of
the
people
down
below
,
do
n't
you
?
"
"
Do
you
hear
them
?
"
"
They
are
indeed
in
a
state
of
great
excitement
;
but
when
they
see
us
perhaps
they
will
grow
calmer
,
as
we
have
never
done
them
anything
but
good
.
"
"
That
's
unfortunately
no
reason
,
except
for
the
contrary
,
"
muttered
the
girl
,
as
,
on
an
imperative
sign
from
her
father
,
she
withdrew
.
"
Indeed
,
child
,
what
you
say
is
only
too
true
.
"
Then
,
in
pursuing
his
way
,
he
said
to
himself
,
--
"
Here
is
a
damsel
who
very
likely
does
not
know
how
to
read
,
who
consequently
has
never
read
anything
,
and
yet
with
one
word
she
has
just
told
the
whole
history
of
the
world
.
"
And
with
the
same
calm
mien
,
but
more
melancholy
than
he
had
been
on
entering
the
prison
,
the
Grand
Pensionary
proceeded
towards
the
cell
of
his
brother
.
As
the
fair
Rosa
,
with
foreboding
doubt
,
had
foretold
,
so
it
happened
.
Whilst
John
de
Witt
was
climbing
the
narrow
winding
stairs
which
led
to
the
prison
of
his
brother
Cornelius
,
the
burghers
did
their
best
to
have
the
troop
of
Tilly
,
which
was
in
their
way
,
removed
.
