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"
A
man
who
has
only
one
hour
longer
to
live
must
be
a
great
Sybarite
still
to
want
anything
,
my
dear
Rosa
.
"
"
The
clergyman
whom
they
have
proposed
to
you
?
"
"
I
have
worshipped
God
all
my
life
,
I
have
worshipped
Him
in
His
works
,
and
praised
Him
in
His
decrees
.
I
am
at
peace
with
Him
and
do
not
wish
for
a
clergyman
.
The
last
thought
which
occupies
my
mind
,
however
has
reference
to
the
glory
of
the
Almighty
,
and
,
indeed
,
my
dear
,
I
should
ask
you
to
help
me
in
carrying
out
this
last
thought
.
"
"
Oh
,
Mynheer
Cornelius
,
speak
,
speak
!
"
exclaimed
Rosa
,
still
bathed
in
tears
.
"
Give
me
your
hand
,
and
promise
me
not
to
laugh
,
my
dear
child
.
"
"
Laugh
,
"
exclaimed
Rosa
,
frantic
with
grief
,
"
laugh
at
this
moment
!
do
you
not
see
my
tears
?
"
"
Rosa
,
you
are
no
stranger
to
me
.
I
have
not
seen
much
of
you
,
but
that
little
is
enough
to
make
me
appreciate
your
character
.
I
have
never
seen
a
woman
more
fair
or
more
pure
than
you
are
,
and
if
from
this
moment
I
take
no
more
notice
of
you
,
forgive
me
;
it
is
only
because
,
on
leaving
this
world
,
I
do
not
wish
to
have
any
further
regret
.
"
Rosa
felt
a
shudder
creeping
over
her
frame
,
for
,
whilst
the
prisoner
pronounced
these
words
,
the
belfry
clock
of
the
Buytenhof
struck
eleven
.
Cornelius
understood
her
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
let
us
make
haste
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
are
right
,
Rosa
.
"
