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"
Are
you
quite
sure
,
Mynheer
Cornelius
,
that
none
of
your
friends
can
interest
himself
for
you
?
"
"
I
have
no
friends
,
Rosa
;
I
have
only
my
old
nurse
,
whom
you
know
,
and
who
knows
you
.
Alas
,
poor
Sue
!
she
would
come
herself
,
and
use
no
roundabout
ways
.
She
would
at
once
say
to
your
father
,
or
to
you
,
'
My
good
sir
,
or
my
good
miss
,
my
child
is
here
;
see
how
grieved
I
am
;
let
me
see
him
only
for
one
hour
,
and
I
'll
pray
for
you
as
long
as
I
live
.
'
No
,
no
,
"
continued
Cornelius
;
"
with
the
exception
of
my
poor
old
Sue
,
I
have
no
friends
in
this
world
.
"
"
Then
I
come
back
to
what
I
thought
before
;
and
the
more
so
as
last
evening
at
sunset
,
whilst
I
was
arranging
the
border
where
I
am
to
plant
your
bulb
,
I
saw
a
shadow
gliding
between
the
alder
trees
and
the
aspens
.
I
did
not
appear
to
see
him
,
but
it
was
this
man
.
He
concealed
himself
and
saw
me
digging
the
ground
,
and
certainly
it
was
me
whom
he
followed
,
and
me
whom
he
was
spying
after
.
I
could
not
move
my
rake
,
or
touch
one
atom
of
soil
,
without
his
noticing
it
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
yes
,
he
is
in
love
with
you
,
"
said
Cornelius
.
"
Is
he
young
?
Is
he
handsome
?
"
Saying
this
he
looked
anxiously
at
Rosa
,
eagerly
waiting
for
her
answer
.
"
Young
?
handsome
?
"
cried
Rosa
,
bursting
into
a
laugh
.
"
He
is
hideous
to
look
at
;
crooked
,
nearly
fifty
years
of
age
,
and
never
dares
to
look
me
in
the
face
,
or
to
speak
,
except
in
an
undertone
.
"
"
And
his
name
?
"
"
Jacob
Gisels
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
him
.
"
