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The Black Tulip

18. Rosa's Lover
Rosa had scarcely pronounced these consolatory words when a voice was heard from
the staircase asking Gryphus how matters were going on.
"Do you hear, father?" said Rosa.
"What?"
"Master Jacob calls you, he is uneasy."
"There was such a noise," said Gryphus; "wouldn't you have thought he would murder
me, this doctor? They are always very troublesome fellows, these scholars."
Then, pointing with his finger towards the staircase, he said to Rosa: "Just lead the way,
Miss."
After this he locked the door and called out: "I shall be with you directly, friend Jacob."
Poor Cornelius, thus left alone with his bitter grief, muttered to himself, --
"Ah, you old hangman! it is me you have trodden under foot; you have murdered me; I
shall not survive it."
And certainly the unfortunate prisoner would have fallen ill but for the counterpoise
which Providence had granted to his grief, and which was called Rosa.
In the evening she came back. Her first words announced to Cornelius that henceforth
her father would make no objection to his cultivating flowers.
"And how do you know that?" the prisoner asked, with a doleful look.
"I know it because he has said so."
"To deceive me, perhaps."
"No, he repents."
"Ah yes! but too late."
"This repentance is not of himself."
"And who put it into him?"
"If you only knew how his friend scolded him!"
 
 
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