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"
You
stay
,
oh
,
sir
!
oh
,
sir
!
do
n't
you
understand
that
you
will
be
condemned
to
death
,
executed
on
the
scaffold
,
perhaps
assassinated
and
torn
to
pieces
,
just
like
Mynheer
John
and
Mynheer
Cornelius
.
For
heaven
's
sake
,
do
n't
think
of
me
,
but
fly
from
this
place
.
Take
care
,
it
bears
ill
luck
to
the
De
Witts
!
"
"
Halloa
!
"
cried
the
jailer
,
recovering
his
senses
,
"
who
is
talking
of
those
rogues
,
those
wretches
,
those
villains
,
the
De
Witts
?
"
"
Do
n't
be
angry
,
my
good
man
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
with
his
good-tempered
smile
,
"
the
worst
thing
for
a
fracture
is
excitement
,
by
which
the
blood
is
heated
.
"
Thereupon
,
he
said
in
an
undertone
to
Rosa
--
"
My
child
,
I
am
innocent
,
and
I
shall
await
my
trial
with
tranquillity
and
an
easy
mind
.
"
"
Hush
,
"
said
Rosa
.
"
Why
hush
?
"
"
My
father
must
not
suppose
that
we
have
been
talking
to
each
other
.
"
"
What
harm
would
that
do
?
"
"
What
harm
?
He
would
never
allow
me
to
come
here
any
more
,
"
said
Rosa
.
