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"
Unfortunate
me
,
"
continued
Cornelius
,
overwhelmed
with
grief
.
"
After
all
,
it
is
but
a
tulip
,
"
Gryphus
resumed
,
as
he
began
to
be
a
little
ashamed
of
himself
"
You
may
have
as
many
tulips
as
you
like
:
I
have
three
hundred
of
them
in
my
loft
.
"
"
To
the
devil
with
your
tulips
!
"
cried
Cornelius
;
"
you
are
worthy
of
each
other
:
had
I
a
hundred
thousand
millions
of
them
,
I
would
gladly
give
them
for
the
one
which
you
have
just
destroyed
.
"
"
Oh
,
so
!
"
Gryphus
said
,
in
a
tone
of
triumph
;
"
now
there
we
have
it
.
It
was
not
your
tulip
you
cared
for
.
There
was
in
that
false
bulb
some
witchcraft
,
perhaps
some
means
of
correspondence
with
conspirators
against
his
Highness
who
has
granted
you
your
life
.
I
always
said
they
were
wrong
in
not
cutting
your
head
off
.
"
"
Father
,
father
!
"
cried
Rosa
.
"
Yes
,
yes
!
it
is
better
as
it
is
now
,
"
repeated
Gryphus
,
growing
warm
;
"
I
have
destroyed
it
,
and
I
'll
do
the
same
again
,
as
often
as
you
repeat
the
trick
.
Did
n't
I
tell
you
,
my
fine
fellow
,
that
I
would
make
your
life
a
hard
one
?
"
"
A
curse
on
you
!
"
Cornelius
exclaimed
,
quite
beyond
himself
with
despair
,
as
he
gathered
,
with
his
trembling
fingers
,
the
remnants
of
that
bulb
on
which
he
had
rested
so
many
joys
and
so
many
hopes
.
"
We
shall
plant
the
other
to-morrow
,
my
dear
Mynheer
Cornelius
,
"
said
Rosa
,
in
a
low
voice
,
who
understood
the
intense
grief
of
the
unfortunate
tulip-fancier
,
and
who
,
with
the
pure
sacred
love
of
her
innocent
heart
,
poured
these
kind
words
,
like
a
drop
of
balm
,
on
the
bleeding
wounds
of
Cornelius
.
Rosa
had
scarcely
pronounced
these
consolatory
words
when
a
voice
was
heard
from
the
staircase
asking
Gryphus
how
matters
were
going
on
.
