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Rosa
,
as
we
have
seen
,
had
returned
to
him
one
of
the
suckers
.
Every
evening
she
brought
to
him
,
handful
by
handful
,
a
quantity
of
soil
from
that
part
of
the
garden
which
he
had
found
to
be
the
best
,
and
which
,
indeed
,
was
excellent
.
A
large
jug
,
which
Cornelius
had
skilfully
broken
,
did
service
as
a
flower-pot
.
He
half
filled
it
,
and
mixed
the
earth
of
the
garden
with
a
small
portion
of
dried
river
mud
,
a
mixture
which
formed
an
excellent
soil
.
Then
,
at
the
beginning
of
April
,
he
planted
his
first
sucker
in
that
jug
.
Not
a
day
passed
on
which
Rosa
did
not
come
to
have
her
chat
with
Cornelius
.
The
tulips
,
concerning
whose
cultivation
Rosa
was
taught
all
the
mysteries
of
the
art
,
formed
the
principal
topic
of
the
conversation
;
but
,
interesting
as
the
subject
was
,
people
can
not
always
talk
about
tulips
.
They
therefore
began
to
chat
also
about
other
things
,
and
the
tulip-fancier
found
out
to
his
great
astonishment
what
a
vast
range
of
subjects
a
conversation
may
comprise
.
Only
Rosa
had
made
it
a
habit
to
keep
her
pretty
face
invariably
six
inches
distant
from
the
grating
,
having
perhaps
become
distrustful
of
herself
.
There
was
one
thing
especially
which
gave
Cornelius
almost
as
much
anxiety
as
his
bulbs
--
a
subject
to
which
he
always
returned
--
the
dependence
of
Rosa
on
her
father
.
Indeed
,
Van
Baerle
's
happiness
depended
on
the
whim
of
this
man
.
He
might
one
day
find
Loewestein
dull
,
or
the
air
of
the
place
unhealthy
,
or
the
gin
bad
,
and
leave
the
fortress
,
and
take
his
daughter
with
him
,
when
Cornelius
and
Rosa
would
again
be
separated
.
