Chapter

501 27|       lover of this young woman?" ~Rosa nearly swooned, for Cornelius
502 27|          death." ~"And his name?" ~Rosa hid her face in her hands
503 27|           features. ~He went up to Rosa, and with his finger, gave
504 27|          her hands from her face. ~Rosa obeyed, as if under mesmeric
505 27|         transfer of your father?" ~Rosa hung down her head, and,
506 27|         infamous falsehoods!" said Rosa, bursting into tears, and
507 27|   Monseigneur! Monseigneur!" cried Rosa, "Cornelius is not guilty." ~
508 27|          thief." ~"A thief!" cried Rosa. "Cornelius a thief? Pray,
509 27|          Boxtel. ~"You lie!" cried Rosa. "Monseigneur," she continued,
510 27|        Monseigneur, take it." ~And Rosa, unfolding the paper, offered
511 27|           more at the movements of Rosa, who was reading some lines
512 27|            property of the tulip. ~Rosa and the Stadtholder exchanged
513 27|            one look only. ~That of Rosa was meant to express, "Here,
514 27|          received from the hand of Rosa, and which his Highness
515 27|          the meaning of all this? ~Rosa went up to the tulip, tenderly
516 28|            received any tidings of Rosa or of Jacob, persuaded himself
517 28|         disappearance of Jacob and Rosa, he went up to the cell
518 28|            look forward to. ~Alas! Rosa, being watched, was no longer
519 28|       double force? ~The idea that Rosa might perhaps be ill-treated
520 28|           had proposed to write to Rosa, but where was she? ~He
521 28|           head whilst he could see Rosa every day; but the more
522 28|         away all my spirit, I mean Rosa's absence? But suppose I
523 28|        lost the joy and company of Rosa, and especially since I
524 28|       action, why not go and fetch Rosa from her room, why not tell
525 28|        swimmer to save both of us. Rosa, -- but, oh Heaven, Gryphus
526 28|           me, and how shall I find Rosa again?" ~Such were the cogitations
527 28|           scene of separation from Rosa, at the moment when we find
528 28|        round, as he knew well that Rosa was not coming after him. ~
529 29|          restore to me my daughter Rosa." ~"Your daughter?" cried
530 29|         Baerle. ~"Yes, my daughter Rosa, whom you have taken from
531 29|            and more threatening. ~"Rosa is not at Loewestein?" cried
532 29|         see Gryphus and not to see Rosa. What savage satisfaction
533 29|            as a bounden duty. ~But Rosa, poor girl! must he die
534 29|           he saw no sign either of Rosa or Gryphus. ~On reaching
535 30|           wait. ~We have seen that Rosa and the tulip, like two
536 30|            President van Systens. ~Rosa did not hear again from
537 30|       Highness, with a request for Rosa to appear at the Town Hall. ~
538 30|       raising his eyes, and seeing Rosa standing near the door,
539 30|             Come here, my child." ~Rosa advanced a few steps towards
540 30|               Sit down," he said. ~Rosa obeyed, for the Prince was
541 30|           the greyhound went up to Rosa, surveyed her and began
542 30|              Then, turning towards Rosa, and fixing on her his scrutinising,
543 30|         scarcely twenty-three, and Rosa eighteen or twenty. He might
544 30|           let us speak together." ~Rosa began to tremble, and yet
545 30|         not to tell a falsehood." ~Rosa cast her eyes to the ground. ~"
546 30|               Who is your lover?" ~Rosa started back a step. ~"Whom
547 30|         understand you," he said. ~Rosa, with a smile, clasped her
548 30|           to be dressed?" faltered Rosa. ~"Take the costume of a
549 31|          himself, as he had stolen Rosa's tulip to effect his own
550 31|            seen it bud and grow in Rosa's window, and so often warmed
551 31|            Yet he did not perceive Rosa; his joy therefore was not
552 32|         which has been stolen from Rosa! Oh, I must alight, sir!
553 33|         gold brocade; in one word, Rosa, who, faint and with swimming
554 33|     officer who was taking care of Rosa lead, or rather push her
555 33|      towards him. ~At the sight of Rosa, a double cry arose on the
556 33|    amazement, both exclaimed, -- ~"Rosa! Rosa!" ~"This tulip is
557 33|         both exclaimed, -- ~"Rosa! Rosa!" ~"This tulip is yours,
558 33|            Monseigneur," stammered Rosa, whose striking beauty excited
559 33|            the title, Tulipa nigra Rosa Barlaensis, because of the
560 33|         the same time William took Rosa's hand, and placed it in
561 33|             and that Cornelius and Rosa were walking triumphantly
562 33|            is gained, by you or by Rosa; for if you have found the
563 33|          continued, -- ~"I give to Rosa the sum of a hundred thousand
564 33|           to you, Sir -- thanks to Rosa again, who has furnished
565 33|         the same day for Dort with Rosa, who sent her lover's old
566 33|        taken into his own garden. ~Rosa, growing not only in beauty,
567 33|        called Cornelius, the other Rosa. ~Van Baerle remained faithfully
568 33|    remained faithfully attached to Rosa and to his tulips. The whole
569 33|          in which he bequeathed to Rosa his bulbs under condition