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"
You
hope
,
then
?
"
said
Rosa
,
smiling
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
I
hope
.
"
"
And
I
,
in
my
turn
,
when
shall
I
plant
my
bulb
?
"
"
Oh
,
the
first
favourable
day
I
will
tell
you
;
but
,
whatever
you
do
,
let
nobody
help
you
,
and
do
n't
confide
your
secret
to
any
one
in
the
world
;
do
you
see
,
a
connoisseur
by
merely
looking
at
the
bulb
would
be
able
to
distinguish
its
value
;
and
so
,
my
dearest
Rosa
,
be
careful
in
locking
up
the
third
sucker
which
remains
to
you
.
"
"
It
is
still
wrapped
up
in
the
same
paper
in
which
you
put
it
,
and
just
as
you
gave
it
me
.
I
have
laid
it
at
the
bottom
of
my
chest
under
my
point
lace
,
which
keeps
it
dry
,
without
pressing
upon
it
.
But
good
night
,
my
poor
captive
gentleman
.
"
"
How
?
already
?
"
"
It
must
be
,
it
must
be
.
"
"
Coming
so
late
and
going
so
soon
.
"
"
My
father
might
grow
impatient
not
seeing
me
return
,
and
that
precious
lover
might
suspect
a
rival
.
"
