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501 24|              asked the prisoner. ~"Cornelius! the tulip ---- " ~"Well?" ~"
502 24|             Stolen -- taken?" said Cornelius. ~"Yes," said Rosa, leaning
503 24|          then left it alone," said Cornelius, ruefully. ~"One minute
504 24|           was unable to continue. ~Cornelius, immovable and full of consternation,
505 24|        stolen, and I am lost!" ~"O Cornelius, forgive me, forgive me,
506 24|            Seeing Rosa's distress, Cornelius seized the iron bars of
507 24|            t open the door to me," Cornelius cried in his rage, "I shall
508 24|          infamous Gryphus?" roared Cornelius. "I tell you I shall shed
509 24|         only be quiet, my own dear Cornelius." ~She did not finish her
510 24|      conspirator, is your own dear Cornelius, is he? Ah! Missy has communications
511 24|      little lady, devour your dear Cornelius with your eyes. I tell you,
512 24|               All is not yet lost, Cornelius. Rely on me, my Cornelius." ~
513 24|          Cornelius. Rely on me, my Cornelius." ~Her father followed her,
514 24|         her, growling. ~As to poor Cornelius, he gradually loosened his
515 25|     Systens~      Rosa, on leaving Cornelius, had fixed on her plan,
516 25|           other than to restore to Cornelius the stolen tulip, or never
517 25|            the fulfilment of which Cornelius van Baerle had rested his
518 25|          starvation and flogging. ~Cornelius, without even hearing what
519 26|            it may be I have ruined Cornelius, the tulip, and myself.
520 26|            matters nothing, -- but Cornelius and the tulip!" ~She reflected
521 27|          recognise it. Oh, my poor Cornelius!" ~And saying this she burst
522 27|           Rosa nearly swooned, for Cornelius was designated as a dangerous
523 27|          of despair. ~"His name is Cornelius van Baerle," said Boxtel, "
524 27|          is godson of that villain Cornelius de Witt." ~The Prince gave
525 27|         Monseigneur!" cried Rosa, "Cornelius is not guilty." ~William
526 27|             your Highness, is that Cornelius is as little guilty of the
527 27|        having, as an accomplice of Cornelius de Witt, concealed the correspondence
528 27|        incurring your displeasure, Cornelius is no more guilty of the
529 27|            Heaven that you knew my Cornelius; Monseigneur!" ~"He is a
530 27|             A thief!" cried Rosa. "Cornelius a thief? Pray, your Highness,
531 27|            be led to the scaffold, Cornelius van Baerle gave me all the
532 27|        taken from the Bible, which Cornelius de Witt had sent to Dort
533 27|           will have saved John and Cornelius de Witt. ~"Farewell, and
534 27|            Farewell, and love me. ~Cornelius de Witt. ~"August 20, 1672." ~
535 27|            end Thou madest my good Cornelius teach me to read." ~       ~
536 28|         devil's work, and that Dr. Cornelius van Baerle had been sent
537 28|          he went up to the cell of Cornelius in even a greater rage than
538 28|          been only too well set by Cornelius, even double force? ~The
539 28|           ill-treated nearly drove Cornelius mad. ~He then felt his own
540 28|         despatch his letter. ~Then Cornelius revolved in his mind all
541 28|          How is it possible," said Cornelius to himself, "that I should
542 28|       villain, and strangle him." ~Cornelius at these words stopped for
543 28|            neck. ~"It will not do, Cornelius, my fine fellow, -- it is
544 28|            were the cogitations of Cornelius three days after the sad
545 28|         and malicious intentions. ~Cornelius heard him enter, and guessed
546 28|          therefore, on seeing that Cornelius did not stir, tried to attract
547 28|            loud -- ~"Umph, umph!" ~Cornelius was humming between his
548 28|    gentleman, don't you hear me?" ~Cornelius turned round, merely saying, "
549 28|         believe," roared Gryphus. ~Cornelius continued: -- ~"For heaven
550 28|        dear Master Gryphus?" asked Cornelius. ~And, as he now for the
551 28|        think that's a stick," said Cornelius calmly, "but I don't suppose
552 28|         And the second," continued Cornelius, "which is not written in
553 28|            and sententious tone of Cornelius, brandished his cudgel,
554 28|           moment when he raised it Cornelius rushed at him, snatched
555 28|           hush, my good man," said Cornelius, "don't do anything to lose
556 28|         all?" ~"What's that?" said Cornelius. ~"Consequently, I shall
557 28|        will be after eight days." ~Cornelius grew pale. ~"And," continued
558 28|          But that's murder," cried Cornelius, carried away by the first
559 28|           live, notwithstanding." ~Cornelius put on a smiling face again,
560 28|           fond of fish," continued Cornelius; "you never let me have
561 28|             Halloa! a knife?" said Cornelius, preparing to defend himself
562 29|           to an indefinite length, Cornelius, anxious to know something
563 29|          not at Loewestein?" cried Cornelius. ~"You know well she is
564 29|         her to me?" ~"I see," said Cornelius, "this is a trap you are
565 29|            advanced a step towards Cornelius, and said, showing him the
566 29|          But, you blockhead," said Cornelius, "will you really kill me?" ~"
567 29|          his frenzy rushed towards Cornelius, who had barely time to
568 29|     ruffian might fling it at him, Cornelius lost no time, and availing
569 29|            fell to the ground, and Cornelius put his foot on it. ~Then,
570 29|         would have made desperate, Cornelius took a decisive step, belaboring
571 29|  appearance all at once, and found Cornelius still using the stick, with
572 29|         might justify his offence, Cornelius felt that he was irretrievably
573 29|        against him. ~In one moment Cornelius was disarmed, and Gryphus
574 29|        charge was made out against Cornelius, Gryphus, whose presence
575 29|          the guards who had seized Cornelius busied themselves in charitably
576 29|       rebellion than that of which Cornelius was guilty. He had found
577 29|           did then and there die. ~Cornelius listened with the greatest
578 29|          story. ~"Thank you," said Cornelius. ~The guard still had the
579 29|            who entered the cell of Cornelius at the moment when the clerk
580 29|           the cell of the prisoner Cornelius van Baerle?" ~"Exactly,
581 29|          Here I am, sir," answered Cornelius, growing rather pale, notwithstanding
582 29|         his courage. ~"You are Dr. Cornelius van Baerle?" asked he, this
583 29|        follow me." ~"Oh! oh!" said Cornelius, whose heart felt oppressed
584 29|      Mathias." ~"Come, come!" said Cornelius, drawing a long breath. "
585 29|          honest burgher, godson of Cornelius de Witt, can without flinching
586 29|         was written," thought poor Cornelius, "that I should not in this
587 29|          carrying his head erect. ~Cornelius counted the steps which
588 29|    eminently righteous deed, which Cornelius had the satisfaction of
589 29| Acroceraunian shoals. ~In vain did Cornelius look to the right and to
590 29|     talking together so gayly that Cornelius felt almost shocked. ~All
591 29|    disgusting imprecations against Cornelius, that the latter, addressing
592 29|         sweat stood on the brow of Cornelius at this answer, which he
593 29|           officer. ~"Ah!" muttered Cornelius to himself, "it seems they
594 29|        thought it his duty to give Cornelius some new information; for,
595 29|      according to circumstances." ~Cornelius thanked him by signs, and
596 29|          take me to Dort," thought Cornelius, "I shall see, in passing
597 30|       leagues had been travelled. ~Cornelius addressed some questions
598 30|           of receiving no answer. ~Cornelius regretted that he had no
599 30|          following morning at dawn Cornelius found himself beyond Leyden,
600 30|        after, he entered Haarlem. ~Cornelius was not aware of what had
601 30|    Pensionary John and his brother Cornelius met with such an awful death." ~
602 31|         eagerly from the drawer in Cornelius's dry-room to the scaffold
603 32|       feast." ~"Ah, a feast," said Cornelius, in the sad tone of indifference
604 32|          beautiful colours!" cried Cornelius. ~"Stop, that the gentleman
605 32|          the order to proceed, but Cornelius stopped him, a painful thought
606 32|       prize for the black tulip." ~Cornelius's cheek flushed, his whole
607 32|            I mean to say." replied Cornelius, throwing himself back in
608 32|         driver a sign to proceed. ~Cornelius stopped him once more. ~"
609 32|          and mind. For after all," Cornelius cried in despair, "if this
610 32|            with his cold glance on Cornelius, listened to his anxious
611 32|            jailer at Loewestein?" ~Cornelius heaved a sigh and hung his
612 32|      Monseigneur, thank you," said Cornelius, nearly swooning with joy,
613 33|          the crowd. ~At the other, Cornelius, panting for breath, silent,
614 33|            rushing forward. He saw Cornelius make an involuntary movement;
615 33|         Boxtel, thunderstruck, and Cornelius, in joyful amazement, both
616 33|          applause. ~"Oh!" muttered Cornelius, "she has then belied me,
617 33|           seemed to mind it much. ~Cornelius started back in dismay,
618 33|      Boxtel was now dead, and that Cornelius and Rosa were walking triumphantly
619 33|         thousand guilders, said to Cornelius, -- ~     "It is difficult
620 33|            Haarlem to the tulip." ~Cornelius wondered what the Prince
621 33|        words, the Prince handed to Cornelius that fly-leaf of the Bible
622 33|          was written the letter of Cornelius de Witt, and in which the
623 33|         man cannot be confiscated. Cornelius van Baerle, you are the
624 33|      Baerle, you are the godson of Cornelius de Witt and the friend of
625 33|           carriage and drove off. ~Cornelius started on the same day
626 33|          to him had been bought by Cornelius, and taken into his own
627 33|            the former being called Cornelius, the other Rosa. ~Van Baerle
628 33|           leaves from the Bible of Cornelius de Witt, in large golden
629 33|       although, or rather because, Cornelius did not die. ~And to ward