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"
My
good
girl
,
"
Cornelius
replied
with
emotion
,
"
what
do
you
wish
?
I
may
tell
you
that
my
time
on
earth
is
short
.
"
"
I
come
to
ask
a
favour
of
you
,
"
said
Rosa
,
extending
her
arms
partly
towards
him
and
partly
towards
heaven
.
"
Do
n't
weep
so
,
Rosa
,
"
said
the
prisoner
,
"
for
your
tears
go
much
more
to
my
heart
than
my
approaching
fate
,
and
you
know
,
the
less
guilty
a
prisoner
is
,
the
more
it
is
his
duty
to
die
calmly
,
and
even
joyfully
,
as
he
dies
a
martyr
.
Come
,
there
's
a
dear
,
do
n't
cry
any
more
,
and
tell
me
what
you
want
,
my
pretty
Rosa
.
"
She
fell
on
her
knees
.
"
Forgive
my
father
,
"
she
said
.
"
Your
father
,
your
father
!
"
said
Cornelius
,
astonished
.
"
Yes
,
he
has
been
so
harsh
to
you
;
but
it
is
his
nature
,
he
is
so
to
every
one
,
and
you
are
not
the
only
one
whom
he
has
bullied
.
"
"
He
is
punished
,
my
dear
Rosa
,
more
than
punished
,
by
the
accident
that
has
befallen
him
,
and
I
forgive
him
.
"
"
I
thank
you
,
sir
,
"
said
Rosa
.
"
And
now
tell
me
--
oh
,
tell
me
--
can
I
do
anything
for
you
?
"
"
You
can
dry
your
beautiful
eyes
,
my
dear
child
,
"
answered
Cornelius
,
with
a
good-tempered
smile
.
"
But
what
can
I
do
for
you
,
--
for
you
I
mean
?
"
