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"
Man
.
You
comprehend
,
my
dear
Rosa
,
a
man
may
steal
a
guilder
,
and
risk
the
prison
for
such
a
trifle
,
and
,
consequently
,
it
is
much
more
likely
that
some
one
might
steal
a
hundred
thousand
guilders
.
"
"
No
one
ever
enters
the
garden
but
myself
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
thank
you
,
my
dear
Rosa
.
All
the
joy
of
my
life
has
still
to
come
from
you
.
"
And
as
the
lips
of
Van
Baerle
approached
the
grating
with
the
same
ardor
as
the
day
before
,
and
as
,
moreover
,
the
hour
for
retiring
had
struck
,
Rosa
drew
back
her
head
,
and
stretched
out
her
hand
.
In
this
pretty
little
hand
,
of
which
the
coquettish
damsel
was
particularly
proud
,
was
the
bulb
.
Cornelius
kissed
most
tenderly
the
tips
of
her
fingers
.
Did
he
do
so
because
the
hand
kept
one
of
the
bulbs
of
the
great
black
tulip
,
or
because
this
hand
was
Rosa
's
?
We
shall
leave
this
point
to
the
decision
of
wiser
heads
than
ours
.
Rosa
withdrew
with
the
other
two
suckers
,
pressing
them
to
her
heart
.
Did
she
press
them
to
her
heart
because
they
were
the
bulbs
of
the
great
black
tulip
,
or
because
she
had
them
from
Cornelius
?
This
point
,
we
believe
,
might
be
more
readily
decided
than
the
other
.
However
that
may
have
been
,
from
that
moment
life
became
sweet
,
and
again
full
of
interest
to
the
prisoner
.
