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A
sob
was
heard
behind
the
door
,
and
Cornelius
turned
round
to
look
from
whom
it
came
;
but
Rosa
,
who
had
foreseen
this
movement
,
had
fallen
back
.
"
And
,
"
continued
Cornelius
,
"
what
hour
is
appointed
?
"
"
Twelve
o'clock
,
sir
.
"
"
Indeed
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
"
I
think
I
heard
the
clock
strike
ten
about
twenty
minutes
ago
;
I
have
not
much
time
to
spare
.
"
"
Indeed
you
have
not
,
if
you
wish
to
make
your
peace
with
God
,
"
said
the
Recorder
,
bowing
to
the
ground
.
"
You
may
ask
for
any
clergyman
you
please
.
"
Saying
these
words
he
went
out
backwards
,
and
the
assistant
turnkey
was
going
to
follow
him
,
and
to
lock
the
door
of
Cornelius
's
cell
,
when
a
white
and
trembling
arm
interposed
between
him
and
the
heavy
door
.
Cornelius
saw
nothing
but
the
golden
brocade
cap
,
tipped
with
lace
,
such
as
the
Frisian
girls
wore
;
he
heard
nothing
but
some
one
whispering
into
the
ear
of
the
turnkey
.
But
the
latter
put
his
heavy
keys
into
the
white
hand
which
was
stretched
out
to
receive
them
,
and
,
descending
some
steps
,
sat
down
on
the
staircase
which
was
thus
guarded
above
by
himself
,
and
below
by
the
dog
.
The
head-dress
turned
round
,
and
Cornelius
beheld
the
face
of
Rosa
,
blanched
with
grief
,
and
her
beautiful
eyes
streaming
with
tears
.
She
went
up
to
Cornelius
,
crossing
her
arms
on
her
heaving
breast
.
"
Oh
,
sir
,
sir
!
"
she
said
,
but
sobs
choked
her
utterance
.
