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  1 1 |          morning, my good and fair Rosa; how is my brother?" ~"Oh,
  2 2 |         Brothers~      As the fair Rosa, with foreboding doubt,
  3 2 |           Gryphus and his daughter Rosa, had reached the door of
  4 3 |          staircase he found little Rosa, trembling all over. ~"Oh,
  5 3 |          some advice to give you," Rosa said, trembling even more
  6 3 |            each other, and then at Rosa, with a glance full of the
  7 3 |            do no such thing," said Rosa. ~"Well, and how then?" ~"
  8 3 |           never leave me," replied Rosa. ~And then, with a sigh,
  9 3 |            been opened for them by Rosa, they emerged into a lonely
 10 3 |            the lives of two men." ~Rosa took the hand which John
 11 3 |           spirited Flemish horses. Rosa followed them with her eyes
 12 3 |           The noise which had made Rosa suppose that the people
 13 3 |            He turned round and saw Rosa. ~"Do you hear these madmen?"
 14 3 |       populace. ~The dungeon where Rosa had induced her father to
 15 9 |            of the Buytenhof. ~What Rosa foresaw had come to pass.
 16 9 |          the prison was empty, and Rosa availed herself of this
 17 9 |    trembling behind the courageous Rosa. They went to close the
 18 9 |         usual place of execution. ~Rosa hid herself this time also,
 19 9 |        down upon the sweet face of Rosa, standing, as it were, in
 20 9 |      double light from the lamp of Rosa and the lantern of Gryphus
 21 9 |           expressed in the face of Rosa, when she saw this pale,
 22 10|             Hush, my father," said Rosa, "you are unjust to this
 23 10|           bandage." ~"Do you hear, Rosa?" said Gryphus, "the prisoner
 24 10|           feel as heavy as lead." ~Rosa lent the sufferer her shoulder;
 25 10|            fetch what is wanted." ~Rosa went down, and immediately
 26 10|           you require, sir?" asked Rosa. ~"Yes, mademoiselle," answered
 27 10|          the arm of your father." ~Rosa pushed the table, Cornelius
 28 10|         the doctor's prescription, Rosa, after having satisfied
 29 10|            And besides," continued Rosa, "the people want to find
 30 10|        stood immovable, looking at Rosa, yet looking at her as if
 31 10|          you." ~"Never mind," said Rosa, blushing, "never mind that." ~"
 32 10|            said in an undertone to Rosa -- ~"My child, I am innocent,
 33 10|          easy mind." ~"Hush," said Rosa. ~"Why hush?" ~"My father
 34 10|          come here any more," said Rosa. ~Cornelius received this
 35 10|         his left. ~"Nothing," said Rosa; "the doctor is explaining
 36 10|           the way, and be quick." ~Rosa and Cornelius exchanged
 37 10|        exchanged glances. ~That of Rosa tried to express, -- ~"There,
 38 11|            Van Baerle's Will~      Rosa had not been mistaken; the
 39 11|           introduced the Recorder, Rosa, the fair Frisian maid,
 40 11|        look from whom it came; but Rosa, who had foreseen this movement,
 41 11|       Cornelius beheld the face of Rosa, blanched with grief, and
 42 11|         ask a favour of you," said Rosa, extending her arms partly
 43 11|           heaven. ~"Don't weep so, Rosa," said the prisoner, "for
 44 11|           what you want, my pretty Rosa." ~She fell on her knees. "
 45 11|            He is punished, my dear Rosa, more than punished, by
 46 11|            I thank you, sir," said Rosa. "And now tell me -- oh,
 47 11|          to want anything, my dear Rosa." ~"The clergyman whom they
 48 11|           speak, speak!" exclaimed Rosa, still bathed in tears. ~"
 49 11|        child." ~"Laugh," exclaimed Rosa, frantic with grief, "laugh
 50 11|           you not see my tears?" ~"Rosa, you are no stranger to
 51 11|         have any further regret." ~Rosa felt a shudder creeping
 52 11|           he said, "you are right, Rosa." ~Then, taking the paper
 53 11|          to be loved. Don't blush, Rosa, nor turn away; and even
 54 11|          end to my boldness. Well, Rosa, I loved flowers dearly,
 55 11|            it, which you may take, Rosa, as I make you a present
 56 11|            Cornelius!" ~"Yes, yes, Rosa, you may take them; you
 57 11|             However, you see well, Rosa, that I am abandoned by
 58 11|         face; you shall have them, Rosa, dear Rosa, and I ask nothing
 59 11|        shall have them, Rosa, dear Rosa, and I ask nothing in return
 60 11|       flowers. Don't interrupt me, Rosa dear, I have only a few
 61 11|    guilders will be paid to you." ~Rosa heaved a deep sigh. ~"And
 62 11|         the tulip should be called Rosa Barlaensis, that is to say,
 63 11|           write it down for you." ~Rosa sobbed afresh, and handed
 64 11|         prisoner. ~"Alas!" replied Rosa, "it is the Bible of your
 65 11|         pencil in the Bible," said Rosa. ~This was the pencil which
 66 11|            scaffold, I bequeath to Rosa Gryphus the only worldly
 67 11| confiscated; I bequeath, I say, to Rosa Gryphus three bulbs, which
 68 11|           new species, the name of Rosa Barlaensis, that is to say,
 69 11|          then, giving the Bible to Rosa, said, -- ~"Read." ~"Alas!"
 70 11|             Cornelius then read to Rosa the testament that he had
 71 11|    difficulty uttered these words, Rosa almost swooned away in the
 72 11|             Oh God! Oh God!" cried Rosa, wringing her hands. "And
 73 11|            sake, and now farewell, Rosa." ~"Yes, yes," she said,
 74 11|      staircase which Cornelius and Rosa had heard was caused by
 75 11|           eyes the angelic look of Rosa, but he saw, behind the
 76 11|            long golden locks. ~But Rosa, whilst falling down senseless,
 77 11|   convulsively clinched fingers of Rosa the yellowish leaf from
 78 12|            perpetual imprisonment; Rosa will be there, and also
 79 12|           for the tulips! And then Rosa will not be at Loewestein!" ~       ~
 80 13|          at the window the face of Rosa, brightening up again. ~
 81 13|          then addressed himself to Rosa, offering to buy her a head-dress
 82 13|            clung to the idea which Rosa had suggested: he went to
 83 13|            not calculate upon: -- ~Rosa, that is to say, love; ~
 84 13|            say, clemency. ~But for Rosa and William, the calculations
 85 13|          would have died. ~But for Rosa, Cornelius would have died
 86 14|           little note enclosed for Rosa. ~Van Baerle's nurse had
 87 14|          sweet harmonious voice of Rosa. ~Let us confess it, Cornelius
 88 14|           empty wing; and, knowing Rosa, he expected, if the note
 89 14|          question now was, whether Rosa, who had made the journey
 90 14|            in the door opened, and Rosa, beaming with joy, and beautiful
 91 14|     uttered a cry of joy, -- ~"Oh, Rosa, Rosa!" ~"Hush! let us speak
 92 14|         cry of joy, -- ~"Oh, Rosa, Rosa!" ~"Hush! let us speak low:
 93 14|            I can manage it." ~"Oh, Rosa, my beautiful Rosa, do you
 94 14|             Oh, Rosa, my beautiful Rosa, do you love me a little?" ~"
 95 14|          is my father," said she. ~Rosa then abruptly drew back
 96 15|         prisoners. ~"Father," said Rosa, "here is the famous prison
 97 15|         executioner. ~But the fair Rosa called him to her side. ~"
 98 15|      ironically at the old jailer, Rosa, from the outside, answered
 99 15|         said Cornelius, looking at Rosa. ~"Yes, yes, too much of
100 15|            and squeeze the hand of Rosa, who whispered to him, -- ~"
101 15|           happiness of having seen Rosa again. ~This visit of the
102 15|        hope, which the presence of Rosa had reawakened in his heart. ~
103 15|        outside. ~"Here I am," said Rosa, out of breath from running
104 15|          here I am." ~"Oh, my good Rosa." ~"You are then glad to
105 15|           you." ~"Oh, I thank you, Rosa, dear Rosa." ~Saying these
106 15|            I thank you, Rosa, dear Rosa." ~Saying these words, Cornelius
107 15|        near the little window that Rosa withdrew hers. ~"I have
108 15|           had not yet dared to ask Rosa what she had done with the
109 15|         you know." ~"What, my dear Rosa, you thought, even before
110 15|          If I thought of it," said Rosa, allowing her love to get
111 15|           And, saying these words, Rosa looked so exceedingly pretty,
112 15|          to thank the young lady. ~Rosa, however, drew back as before. ~"
113 15|          Oh, you received letters, Rosa?" ~"By hundreds." ~"But
114 15|           all these notes, my dear Rosa?" ~"Formerly," she answered, "
115 15|        beaming with love and joy. ~Rosa cast down her eyes, blushing.
116 15|            outburst of tenderness, Rosa grew very pale, -- perhaps
117 15|        Cornelius was again alone. ~Rosa had fled so precipitately,
118 16|            liked, the prison, with Rosa and his bulbs, would have
119 16|    habitation in the world without Rosa and his bulbs. ~Rosa, in
120 16|       without Rosa and his bulbs. ~Rosa, in fact, had promised to
121 16|          the great astonishment of Rosa, Van Baerle pushed back
122 16|          ship. Only think, my dear Rosa, that the question is to
123 16|          have traced out for us." ~Rosa was all attention to what
124 16|             I will explain to you, Rosa," he said. "I dare say you
125 16|            very fine garden," said Rosa, "it runs along the edge
126 16|            In this manner, my dear Rosa, it is impossible that we
127 16|           I know it all now," said Rosa. "I will bring you the soil
128 16|           is no hurry for it, dear Rosa; our tulips need not be
129 16|            You comprehend, my dear Rosa, a man may steal a guilder,
130 16|            you, thank you, my dear Rosa. All the joy of my life
131 16|           for retiring had struck, Rosa drew back her head, and
132 16|           or because this hand was Rosa's? We shall leave this point
133 16|            wiser heads than ours. ~Rosa withdrew with the other
134 16|         interest to the prisoner. ~Rosa, as we have seen, had returned
135 16|          Not a day passed on which Rosa did not come to have her
136 16|       concerning whose cultivation Rosa was taught all the mysteries
137 16|   conversation may comprise. ~Only Rosa had made it a habit to keep
138 16|      returned -- the dependence of Rosa on her father. ~Indeed,
139 16|            him, when Cornelius and Rosa would again be separated. ~"
140 16|        then be?" said Cornelius to Rosa, "as you, my dear girl,
141 16|         return." ~"Well," answered Rosa, who in her heart was as
142 16|       employ it even better," said Rosa, smiling. "Teach me to read
143 16|       before us," said Cornelius. ~Rosa smiled, and quietly shrugged
144 16|        will you still look at poor Rosa, the daughter of a jailer,
145 16|            forget everything, even Rosa herself. ~"Very well, indeed,"
146 16|       leaves protruding. And yours Rosa?" ~"Oh, I have done things
147 16|   directions." ~"Now, let me hear, Rosa, what you have done," said
148 16|           or pebble." ~"Well done, Rosa, well done." ~"I am now
149 16|              you are a good pupil, Rosa, and you are sure to gain
150 16|                Don't forget," said Rosa, smiling, "that your pupil,
151 16|          am as anxious as you are, Rosa, that you should learn to
152 16|        shall we read?" ~"Oh," said Rosa, "I have a book, -- a book
153 16|           On the following evening Rosa returned with the Bible
154 17|          evening, as we have said, Rosa returned with the Bible
155 17|          read each other's faces. ~Rosa therefore had to press the
156 17|          afford her a little rest. Rosa was then enabled to follow
157 17| illuminated the rich complexion of Rosa, her blue liquid eyes, and
158 17|   transparency of the flesh tint. ~Rosa's intellect rapidly developed
159 17|          to smooth them away. ~And Rosa, after having returned to
160 17|          don't believe that," said Rosa, smiling; "if that worthy
161 17|             You?" ~"Why not?" said Rosa, smiling. ~"Ah, that's true,"
162 17|           Cornelius." ~"Thank you, Rosa, you are right; well, I
163 17|            not know you." ~"Go on, Rosa, pray do, that I may guess
164 17|         you?" ~"I have no friends, Rosa; I have only my old nurse,
165 17|        this he looked anxiously at Rosa, eagerly waiting for her
166 17|            Young? handsome?" cried Rosa, bursting into a laugh. "
167 17|         any rate, if he loves you, Rosa, which is very likely, as
168 17|         and of absence, won't you, Rosa?" ~"I shall read it, if
169 17|    conversation took began to make Rosa uneasy, she asked, -- ~"
170 17|        your tulip going on?" ~"Oh, Rosa, only imagine my joy, this
171 17|              You hope, then?" said Rosa, smiling. ~"Yes, yes, I
172 17|          value; and so, my dearest Rosa, be careful in locking up
173 17|          might be Mynheer Jacob." ~Rosa rushed toward the staircase,
174 17|          of agony, uttered by poor Rosa, who, trembling and pale,
175 17|             For shame, my father," Rosa chimed in, "it is indeed
176 17|             Father, father!" cried Rosa. ~"Yes, yes! it is better
177 17|           Mynheer Cornelius," said Rosa, in a low voice, who understood
178 18|                                18. Rosa's Lover~      Rosa had scarcely
179 18|             18. Rosa's Lover~      Rosa had scarcely pronounced
180 18|            you hear, father?" said Rosa. ~"What?" ~"Master Jacob
181 18|          the staircase, he said to Rosa: "Just lead the way, Miss." ~
182 18|        grief, and which was called Rosa. ~In the evening she came
183 18|            that moment!" continued Rosa. "I really thought he would
184 18|                So, then, my pretty Rosa,' he said, with a voice
185 18|          afraid he is." ~"Tell me, Rosa," continued Cornelius, with
186 18|                Not one, indeed." ~"Rosa," said Cornelius, growing
187 18|            is very possible," said Rosa. ~"Will you make sure of
188 18|           as he does." ~"Oh!" said Rosa, with a sigh, "you are very
189 18|            Now just hear me," said Rosa; "will you try something
190 18|        deserve to be forgiven. No, Rosa, no; to-morrow we shall
191 18|          his veins; watch over it, Rosa! Some voice within me tells
192 18|           Mynheer Cornelius," said Rosa, with a sweet mixture of
193 18|  detestable Master Jacob, -- well, Rosa, don't hesitate for one
194 18|         come to see me any more." ~Rosa felt her heart sink within
195 18|          he ever had in his life. ~Rosa was vexed with him, and
196 18|            no more news, either of Rosa or of his tulips. ~We have
197 18|     inclined to regret the loss of Rosa; and when, at about three
198 19|          The Flower~      But poor Rosa, in her secluded chamber,
199 19|         tulip than of her; and yet Rosa was mistaken. ~But as there
200 19|             The fact was, that, as Rosa was a high-spirited creature,
201 19|             although he might find Rosa a pleasant companion for
202 19|     flowers, rather than upon poor Rosa, the jailer's lowly child. ~
203 19|        jailer's lowly child. ~Thus Rosa understood Cornelius's preference
204 19|          was not to be Cornelius. ~Rosa therefore applied herself
205 19|         moment he loved me." ~Poor Rosa! she was mistaken. Never
206 19|        between the black tulip and Rosa the tulip had had to yield
207 19|            Cornelius's heart. ~But Rosa was not aware of it. ~Having
208 19|          of writing. ~As, however, Rosa was already able to write
209 19|     sacrifice everything, and even Rosa, but as a marvellous combination
210 19|            which was the fear lest Rosa should not come in the evening
211 19|         words which he had said to Rosa on the evening before and
212 19|        whereas to him the sight of Rosa had become a condition of
213 19|           himself, -- ~"Here comes Rosa." ~This evening none of
214 19|         This was the hour at which Rosa generally used to leave
215 19|           The hour had struck, but Rosa had not come. ~Thus then
216 19|   foreboding had not deceived him; Rosa, being vexed, shut herself
217 19|          out, and to inquire about Rosa. He even very nearly made
218 19|           extraordinary occasions, Rosa never came during the day.
219 19|  entertained some latent hope that Rosa would, somehow or other,
220 19|        separated him for ever from Rosa? ~The evening closing in,
221 19|            planted. He had said to Rosa, -- ~"I shall tell you the
222 19|           although so pale. How if Rosa allowed the right moment
223 19|           on the left spoken of by Rosa, who had told him that its
224 19|            light of the April sun, Rosa or the tulip, the two lost
225 19|          get rid of our scholar." ~Rosa was startled. ~"Nonsense!"
226 19|          chest will be a coffin." ~Rosa grew pale as death. ~"Ah!"
227 19|         have recognized as that of Rosa, so much had she improved
228 19|        Although these few words of Rosa's somewhat soothed the grief
229 19|         was at the bottom of them. Rosa, then, was not ill, she
230 19|      voluntarily stayed away. Thus Rosa, being at liberty, found
231 19|           paper and a pencil which Rosa had brought to him. He guessed
232 19|    attention, but he neither heard Rosa's footsteps nor the rustling
233 19|           eight days Cornelius and Rosa had not seen each other. ~       ~
234 20|      grated little window, just as Rosa had been in the habit of
235 20|           from the door, perceived Rosa, who at last was waiting
236 20|        that you did not eat," said Rosa; "my father told me that
237 20|        Seeing your return, my dear Rosa, I thought you had received
238 20|            poor prisoner looked at Rosa, his eyes sparkling with
239 20|         not, understand this look, Rosa answered gravely, -- ~"I
240 20|          uppermost in your mind." ~Rosa pronounced those few words
241 20|        again! Have I not told you, Rosa, that I thought but of you?
242 20|      liberty and of life itself?" ~Rosa smiled with a melancholy
243 20|           alarmed; "what danger?" ~Rosa looked at him with gentle
244 20|  information than he had been when Rosa, a fortnight before, had
245 20|          was coming for her sake. ~Rosa saw this alarm, and Cornelius
246 20|          running. ~"Oh, pardon me, Rosa!" he said, "I know you,
247 20|       given nothing of the sort." ~Rosa, without replying to this
248 20|              Once more, pardon me, Rosa!" he cried. "I was wrong
249 20|             On the following day," Rosa continued, "remembering
250 20|               I do hate him," said Rosa, "as he is the cause of
251 20|            too, have been unhappy, Rosa? I thank you a thousand
252 20|       advice which he had given to Rosa. ~"Yes, and I stooped over
253 20|          intentions. But the bulb, Rosa; what have you done with
254 20|            its being stolen," said Rosa, "unless Jacob will force
255 20|   comfortable on that score," said Rosa, smiling; "your bulb is
256 20|            now what is the aspect, Rosa?" ~"At present it has the
257 20|        perfect gardener, my pretty Rosa. But I am afraid the nursing
258 20|                Yes, it will," said Rosa; "but never mind. Your tulip
259 20|           by becoming its mother," Rosa added, smilingly, "can I
260 20|       rival." ~"My kind and pretty Rosa!" muttered Cornelius casting
261 20|       gardener, and which afforded Rosa some consolation. ~Then,
262 20|           for the receding hand of Rosa, he said, -- ~"Do you mean
263 20|         about yourself, won't you, Rosa? I care very much for the
264 20|        mother." ~"To-morrow?" said Rosa, looking at Cornelius askance. "
265 20|            Cornelius. ~"Yes," said Rosa, "to love your tulip." ~"
266 20|        your tulip." ~"To love you, Rosa." ~Rosa shook her head,
267 20|               To love you, Rosa." ~Rosa shook her head, after which
268 20|       broke the silence, -- "well, Rosa, everything changes in the
269 20|         does all this mean?" asked Rosa. ~"You have abandoned me,
270 20|            have abandoned me, Miss Rosa, to seek your pleasure elsewhere.
271 20|         fidelity?" ~"My fidelity!" Rosa exclaimed, with her eyes
272 20|           Mynheer Cornelius," said Rosa, "am I not doing everything
273 20|          tulip?" ~"You are bitter, Rosa, you reproach me with the
274 20|                You are displeased, Rosa, my sweet girl, with my
275 20|           me." ~"Oh, my dear, dear Rosa! look how my hands tremble;
276 20|    accustomed myself; but love me, Rosa, love me; for I feel deeply
277 20|           the black tulip," sighed Rosa, who at last no longer coyly
278 20|          everything in this world, Rosa." ~"May I believe you?" ~"
279 20|           bound; but it binds you, Rosa, you." ~"To what?" ~"First
280 20|         beauty you are talking of, Rosa?" said Cornelius, trying
281 20|           remember a woman to whom Rosa might possibly be alluding. ~"
282 20|            to you. Do you remember Rosa, what you told me of the
283 20|            as he was, to him alone Rosa owed the faculty of reading
284 20|      received. ~"As to that," said Rosa, "I think that in reading
285 20|           instructions, sir," said Rosa, sighing in her turn; "have
286 20|      evenings to find him." ~"But, Rosa, the will was made in the
287 20|          to see you." ~"That's it, Rosa, come! come!" ~"Under one
288 20|          any more, if you wish it, Rosa." ~"No, no," the damsel
289 20|           touch it with his lips. ~Rosa uttered a little scream,
290 21|       Master Jacob, and our pretty Rosa?" ~Gryphus ground his teeth,
291 21|        leaves of white paper which Rosa had given to Van Baerle,
292 21|            that day was Cornelius; Rosa came at nine. ~She was without
293 21|            of his tulip. ~He found Rosa pretty, good, graceful,
294 21|         and charming. ~But why did Rosa object to the tulip being
295 21|           indeed a great defect in Rosa. ~Cornelius confessed to
296 21|            was awake he thought of Rosa. ~After having fallen asleep,
297 21|           dreamed of her. ~But the Rosa of his dreams was by far
298 21|          far more perfect than the Rosa of real life. Not only did
299 21|        real life. Not only did the Rosa of his dreams speak of the
300 21|           joy, and muttering, -- ~"Rosa, Rosa, I love you." ~And
301 21|          and muttering, -- ~"Rosa, Rosa, I love you." ~And as it
302 21|     engaged when he awoke. ~Ah! if Rosa had only conversed about
303 21|           the world has seen. ~But Rosa had forbidden it under pain
304 21|       under pain of not returning; Rosa had forbidden the least
305 21|     seventy-two hours during which Rosa would not allow the tulip
306 21|     rejoicing in its remembrance. ~Rosa came at the same hour, and
307 21|           venture on a belief that Rosa would, of her own accord,
308 21|         daughter, the tulip," said Rosa. ~"What!" cried Cornelius, "
309 21|   permission, then?" ~"I do," said Rosa, with the tone of an affectionate
310 21|       pleasure to her child. ~"Ah, Rosa!" said Cornelius, putting
311 21|          warm and half open lips. ~Rosa uttered a slight scream. ~
312 21|     unexpected kiss had frightened Rosa. ~"Is it growing up straight?" ~"
313 21|        Straight as a rocket," said Rosa. ~"How high?" ~"At least
314 21|           least two inches." ~"Oh, Rosa, take good care of it, and
315 21|         tulip." ~"Of nothing else, Rosa? Why, now I shall grow jealous
316 21|            there." ~"You are right Rosa, it is your dowry, you know." ~"
317 21|            of the happiest of men. Rosa allowed him to press her
318 21|        formed?" ~"It is," repeated Rosa. ~Cornelius trembled with
319 21|             Then, turning again to Rosa, he continued his questions. ~"
320 21|          to open." ~Two days after Rosa announced that they were
321 21|            they were open. ~"Open, Rosa!" cried Cornelius. "Is the
322 21|           breath. ~"Yes," answered Rosa, "one may already distinguish
323 21|         trembling. ~"Oh," answered Rosa, "it is very dark!" ~"Brown?" ~"
324 21|           that." ~"Darker, my good Rosa, darker? Thank you. Dark
325 21|            may be compared to you, Rosa!" ~"Indeed!" said Rosa,
326 21|             Rosa!" ~"Indeed!" said Rosa, smiling at his enthusiasm. ~"
327 21|       smiling at his enthusiasm. ~"Rosa, you have worked with such
328 21|          have done so much for me! Rosa, my tulip is about to flower,
329 21|          and it will flower black! Rosa, Rosa, you are the most
330 21|           will flower black! Rosa, Rosa, you are the most perfect
331 21|          my pleasure. But tell me, Rosa, -- as the tulip is so far
332 21|          your hand and your cheek, Rosa, when by chance they are
333 21|            are near the grating." ~Rosa drew near, not by accident,
334 21|            wish it." ~"Oh, no, no, Rosa! when it is open, place
335 21|     messenger. Have you any money, Rosa?" ~Rosa smiled. ~"Oh, yes!"
336 21|        Have you any money, Rosa?" ~Rosa smiled. ~"Oh, yes!" she
337 21|         must not send a messenger, Rosa, but you must go to Haarlem
338 21|          Ah! that's true, my sweet Rosa. Oh, my God! how wicked
339 21|            liberty? You are right, Rosa, I cannot live without you.
340 21|            a faltering voice, -- ~"Rosa, Rosa, if after all it should
341 21|        faltering voice, -- ~"Rosa, Rosa, if after all it should
342 21|          until evening to know it, Rosa! I shall die with impatience.
343 21|         second inspection." ~"Yes, Rosa, let it be so. One word
344 21|         ten o'clock strikes," said Rosa, "I must now leave you." ~"
345 21|         yes," said Cornelius, "go, Rosa, go!" ~Rosa withdrew, almost
346 21|        Cornelius, "go, Rosa, go!" ~Rosa withdrew, almost melancholy,
347 22|          heard the gentle voice of Rosa calling him. He then started
348 22|          and the lobby was empty. ~Rosa, no doubt, would be watching
349 22|            Night came, and with it Rosa, joyous and cheerful as
350 22|              Good Heavens! my dear Rosa, I have been dreaming all
351 22|          the first place of you," (Rosa made a sign of incredulity,) "
352 22|           Jove!" ~"Be quiet," said Rosa, smiling, "he is still under
353 22|            if I bade him." ~"Well, Rosa, this lad may be at Haarlem
354 22|        able to carry it ourselves, Rosa, it would never have left
355 22|           the last. And above all, Rosa, before the President has
356 22|        playing such a trick," said Rosa. ~"And if on your return
357 22|           it open?" ~"Well?" ~"Oh, Rosa, whenever it opens, remember
358 22|          you. Yes, I understand." ~Rosa sighed, yet without any
359 22|            set out immediately." ~"Rosa, Rosa, I don't know to what
360 22|          out immediately." ~"Rosa, Rosa, I don't know to what wonder
361 22|            night, my friend," said Rosa, a little consoled. ~"Say, '
362 22|      entreat you, say 'very dear,' Rosa, very dear." ~"Very dear,
363 22|        dear, yes, very dear," said Rosa, with a beating heart, beyond
364 22|        have said 'very dear,' dear Rosa, say also 'most happy':
365 22|             I only lack one thing, Rosa." ~"And that is?" ~"Your
366 22|         your soft, rosy cheek. Oh, Rosa, give it me of your own
367 22|            a hundred years later. ~Rosa made her escape. ~Cornelius
368 22|          Down there," he said, "is Rosa, watching like myself, and
369 22|          minute; down there, under Rosa's eyes, is the mysterious
370 22|      expands, which opens, perhaps Rosa holds in this moment the
371 22|          fingers. Touch it gently, Rosa. Perhaps she touches with
372 22|      chalice. Touch it cautiously, Rosa, your lips are burning.
373 22|        door, his lips met those of Rosa, who told him, with a kiss, -- ~"
374 22|        black and shining as jet. ~"Rosa," said Cornelius, almost
375 22|        Cornelius, almost gasping, "Rosa, there is not one moment
376 22|           dearest Cornelius," said Rosa. ~"Is it, indeed?" ~"Whilst
377 22|          note he had received from Rosa, as follows: -- ~"Mynheer
378 22|           that it should be called Rosa Barlaensis. ~"It has opened;
379 22|          be your humble servant, ~"Rosa Gryphus. ~"That's it, dear
380 22|         Gryphus. ~"That's it, dear Rosa, that's it. Your letter
381 22|            Haarlem; give it to me, Rosa, give it to me." ~And with
382 22|            of Haarlem." ~"And now, Rosa, go, go," said Cornelius, "
383 23|          of his designing to marry Rosa. ~Besides thus offering
384 23|            also made some way with Rosa; not, indeed, in her affections,
385 23|            imprudence in following Rosa into the garden had unmasked
386 23|        began to dodge the steps of Rosa, not only following her
387 23|            heard except once, when Rosa thought she saw something
388 23|       Taken in by the stratagem of Rosa, who had feigned to put
389 23|           watched himself. ~He saw Rosa conveying a large flower-pot
390 23|     kitchen to her bedroom. He saw Rosa washing in pails of water
391 23|            he hired, just opposite Rosa's window, a little attic,
392 23|            on at the Loewestein in Rosa's room, just as at Dort
393 23|      figures of Mieris and Metzys, Rosa appeared at that window
394 23|            encircling her window. ~Rosa watched the flower-pot with
395 23|         threatened to be too cold, Rosa took in the flower-pot. ~
396 23|            the sun became too hot, Rosa likewise took in the pot
397 23|            to the love and care of Rosa. ~For it may well be imagined
398 23|       second bulb from the care of Rosa. ~Certainly this was no
399 23|            this was no easy task. ~Rosa watched over her tulip as
400 23|          or a dove over her eggs. ~Rosa never left her room during
401 23|        days Boxtel in vain watched Rosa; she was always at her post. ~
402 23|           same time of all news of Rosa and of his tulip. ~Would
403 23|         Would the coolness between Rosa and Cornelius last for ever? ~
404 23|       tulip, it was necessary that Rosa should leave her room. ~
405 23|           of all took advantage of Rosa's absence to make himself
406 23|         one and in good order, but Rosa always took the key with
407 23|       those delightful hours which Rosa and Cornelius passed together
408 23|          the aid of a small file. ~Rosa's door thus opened without
409 23|            and the third, to enter Rosa's room by means of a false
410 23|            the key, he might enter Rosa's chamber whenever he liked --
411 23|      grated window, Boxtel entered Rosa's chamber to watch the progress
412 23|        words before Cornelius sent Rosa back to watch over the tulip. ~
413 23|            over the tulip. ~Seeing Rosa enter her room ten minutes
414 23|          in the morning Boxtel saw Rosa leaving the chamber; but
415 23|          more likely. ~He followed Rosa in his stocking feet, walking
416 23|    concerted between Cornelius and Rosa to send a messenger to Haarlem.
417 23|          then heard Cornelius send Rosa away. ~He saw Rosa extinguish
418 23|            send Rosa away. ~He saw Rosa extinguish the light and
419 23|          by step from his story as Rosa descended from hers; so
420 23|           lighter hand the lock of Rosa's chamber. ~And in that
421 23|         the false key which opened Rosa's door as easily as did
422 24|         standing on the spot where Rosa had left him. He was quite
423 24|        pale and distracted face of Rosa. ~He started, and turned
424 24|         tell you?" ~"Speak, speak, Rosa!" ~"Some one has taken --
425 24|            Cornelius. ~"Yes," said Rosa, leaning against the door
426 24|           fault, my friend." ~Poor Rosa! she no longer dared to
427 24|          it will kill me!" ~Seeing Rosa's distress, Cornelius seized
428 24|     shaking them, called out, -- ~"Rosa, Rosa, we have been robbed,
429 24|             called out, -- ~"Rosa, Rosa, we have been robbed, it
430 24|           may perhaps be remedied. Rosa, we know the thief!" ~"Alas!
431 24|             the child of our love? Rosa, we must pursue, we must
432 24|            not attain yourself?" ~"Rosa, Rosa, open this door to
433 24|          attain yourself?" ~"Rosa, Rosa, open this door to me, and
434 24|         for mercy." ~"Alas!" cried Rosa, sobbing, "can I open the
435 24|          for Heaven's sake!" ~"Oh, Rosa, if you don't open the door
436 24|          my friend!" ~"I tell you, Rosa, that I shall demolish this
437 24|     through the spiral staircase. ~Rosa, in her fright, made vain
438 24|             Well, then, yes," said Rosa, all in a tremble. "Yes,
439 24|           her. ~"My father!" cried Rosa. ~"Gryphus!" roared Van
440 24|            teach you -- won't I?" ~Rosa clasped her hands in despair. ~"
441 24|           be quiet, -- we shall." ~Rosa, beyond herself with terror
442 24|         fortress by the door which Rosa herself had opened. He carried
443 25|        President Van Systens~      Rosa, on leaving Cornelius, had
444 25|           years were now crushed. ~Rosa was one of those women who
445 25|          tulip was indeed stolen. ~Rosa made up a little parcel
446 25|         able to procure a vehicle, Rosa was obliged to take a horse,
447 25|           jailer of the fortress. ~Rosa hoped to overtake her messenger,
448 25|         gone a league and a half. ~Rosa took from him the note,
449 25|        keep pace with the horse if Rosa would allow him to take
450 25|           had already the start of Rosa and her companion by four
451 25|      daughter weeping in her room, Rosa was making the best of her
452 25|        Gryphus thought him to be. ~Rosa was so little with her father
453 25|           but, loud as he knocked, Rosa answered not. ~The locksmith
454 25|          but Gryphus no more found Rosa than she had found the tulip. ~
455 25|            After having sought for Rosa in every direction, Gryphus
456 25|         Boxtel had arrived there. ~Rosa, first of all, caused herself
457 25|     handwriting of the President. ~Rosa was announced simply as
458 25|            was announced simply as Rosa Gryphus; but as her name,
459 25|           was refused admittance. ~Rosa, however, was by no means
460 25| ambassadors. ~"Yes, sir," answered Rosa; "I come at least to speak
461 25|           sir, I don't know," said Rosa. ~"How is that? could any
462 25|            the black tulip!" cried Rosa, rushing up to Mynheer van
463 25|         other besides mine?" asked Rosa, trembling. ~"Yes, -- that
464 25|        awarded." ~"Oh, sir!" cried Rosa, "this Boxtel -- this Isaac
465 25|            Van Systens, looking at Rosa. "What! you are here to
466 25|                Oh, sir, sir!" said Rosa, imploringly. ~"Only, my
467 25|            had been interrupted by Rosa's visit. ~       ~
468 26|        Horticultural Society~      Rosa, beyond herself and nearly
469 26|          in the great market-place Rosa at once stopped, a sudden
470 26|        doors opening and shutting, Rosa alone was unconscious of
471 26|              Everywhere on her way Rosa heard people speaking only
472 26|        wildfire through the town. ~Rosa had not a little difficulty
473 26|             But when he recognised Rosa, whom in his own mind he
474 26|          wanted to send her away. ~Rosa, however, clasped her hands,
475 26|           was the second time that Rosa interrupted him in the midst
476 26|              Mynheer van Systens," Rosa continued, with the firmness
477 26|          them?" ~"After all," said Rosa, in her despair, "you are
478 26|        which he had even stolen?" ~Rosa's speech seemed to have
479 26|         without any longer heeding Rosa, whom he left in his cabinet. ~
480 26|         then entered the cabinet. ~Rosa was still standing at the
481 26|         the Prince, as he observed Rosa's gold brocade headdress
482 26|            to tell you, sir," said Rosa, "beside that which I have
483 26|           since the first words of Rosa, seemed to try to remember
484 26|          with his book, he watched Rosa with even more attention
485 26| experienced florist, I dare say?" ~Rosa hesitated a moment; then
486 26|         tone of his voice startled Rosa, who was sure she had heard
487 26|           appearance. ~"Yes," said Rosa, with a faltering voice, "
488 26|          Society. ~"Ah, sir," said Rosa, addressing the person whom
489 26|        flowers." ~"So it is, sir," Rosa murmured in dismay; "yes,
490 26|            observing the fright of Rosa and the pallor of the President,
491 26|            Horticultural Society. ~Rosa, reassured by this sort
492 26|           you knew the prisoner." ~Rosa opened her large eyes and
493 26|          Loewestein." ~"Sir," said Rosa, blushing. ~"Finish what
494 27|         himself placed his chair. ~Rosa, trembling, pale and terrified,
495 27|             It is my tulip," cried Rosa, "I recognise it. Oh, my
496 27|       falling upon his figure. ~As Rosa's eyes now rested upon him,
497 27|       called out. ~"His Highness!" Rosa repeated in dismay. ~Hearing
498 27|        turned round, and perceived Rosa. ~At this sight the whole
499 27|          that from my room," cried Rosa, with indignation. ~"I deny
500 27|            to gain." ~"Yah!" cried Rosa, beyond herself with anger. ~"