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"
What
do
you
mean
,
my
pretty
child
?
"
said
Cornelius
.
"
I
mean
to
say
,
sir
,
that
the
judge
who
is
to
examine
you
to-morrow
has
inquired
to-day
for
the
room
in
which
you
are
confined
,
and
,
on
being
told
that
you
are
occupying
the
cell
of
Mynheer
Cornelius
de
Witt
,
laughed
in
a
very
strange
and
very
disagreeable
manner
,
which
makes
me
fear
that
no
good
awaits
you
.
"
"
But
,
"
asked
Cornelius
,
"
what
harm
can
they
do
to
me
?
"
"
Look
at
that
gibbet
.
"
"
But
I
am
not
guilty
,
"
said
Cornelius
.
"
Were
they
guilty
whom
you
see
down
there
gibbeted
,
mangled
,
and
torn
to
pieces
?
"
"
That
's
true
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
gravely
.
"
And
besides
,
"
continued
Rosa
,
"
the
people
want
to
find
you
guilty
.
But
whether
innocent
or
guilty
,
your
trial
begins
to-morrow
,
and
the
day
after
you
will
be
condemned
.
Matters
are
settled
very
quickly
in
these
times
.
"
"
Well
,
and
what
do
you
conclude
from
all
this
?
"
"
I
conclude
that
I
am
alone
,
that
I
am
weak
,
that
my
father
is
lying
in
a
swoon
,
that
the
dog
is
muzzled
,
and
that
consequently
there
is
nothing
to
prevent
your
making
your
escape
.
Fly
,
then
;
that
's
what
I
mean
.
"
