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About
four
o'clock
a
return
of
the
noise
was
heard
,
but
of
no
threatening
character
to
Gryphus
and
his
daughter
.
The
people
were
only
dragging
in
the
two
corpses
,
which
they
came
back
to
gibbet
at
the
usual
place
of
execution
.
Rosa
hid
herself
this
time
also
,
but
only
that
she
might
not
see
the
ghastly
spectacle
.
At
midnight
,
people
again
knocked
at
the
gate
of
the
jail
,
or
rather
at
the
barricade
which
served
in
its
stead
:
it
was
Cornelius
van
Baerle
whom
they
were
bringing
.
When
the
jailer
received
this
new
inmate
,
and
saw
from
the
warrant
the
name
and
station
of
his
prisoner
,
he
muttered
with
his
turnkey
smile
,
--
"
Godson
of
Cornelius
de
Witt
!
Well
,
young
man
,
we
have
the
family
cell
here
,
and
we
will
give
it
to
you
.
"
And
quite
enchanted
with
his
joke
,
the
ferocious
Orangeman
took
his
cresset
and
his
keys
to
conduct
Cornelius
to
the
cell
,
which
on
that
very
morning
Cornelius
de
Witt
had
left
to
go
into
exile
,
or
what
in
revolutionary
times
is
meant
instead
by
those
sublime
philosophers
who
lay
it
down
as
an
axiom
of
high
policy
,
"
It
is
the
dead
only
who
do
not
return
.
"
On
the
way
which
the
despairing
florist
had
to
traverse
to
reach
that
cell
he
heard
nothing
but
the
barking
of
a
dog
,
and
saw
nothing
but
the
face
of
a
young
girl
.
The
dog
rushed
forth
from
a
niche
in
the
wall
,
shaking
his
heavy
chain
,
and
sniffing
all
round
Cornelius
in
order
so
much
the
better
to
recognise
him
in
case
he
should
be
ordered
to
pounce
upon
him
.
The
young
girl
,
whilst
the
prisoner
was
mounting
the
staircase
,
appeared
at
the
narrow
door
of
her
chamber
,
which
opened
on
that
very
flight
of
steps
;
and
,
holding
the
lamp
in
her
right
hand
,
she
at
the
same
time
lit
up
her
pretty
blooming
face
,
surrounded
by
a
profusion
of
rich
wavy
golden
locks
,
whilst
with
her
left
she
held
her
white
night-dress
closely
over
her
breast
,
having
been
roused
from
her
first
slumber
by
the
unexpected
arrival
of
Van
Baerle
.
It
would
have
made
a
fine
picture
,
worthy
of
Rembrandt
,
the
gloomy
winding
stairs
illuminated
by
the
reddish
glare
of
the
cresset
of
Gryphus
,
with
his
scowling
jailer
's
countenance
at
the
top
,
the
melancholy
figure
of
Cornelius
bending
over
the
banister
to
look
down
upon
the
sweet
face
of
Rosa
,
standing
,
as
it
were
,
in
the
bright
frame
of
the
door
of
her
chamber
,
with
embarrassed
mien
at
being
thus
seen
by
a
stranger
.
