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"'
What
did
he
say
?
Did
n't
he
fume
and
fret
?
'
"
I
interrupted
him
,
saying
,
'
Was
it
not
natural
that
he
should
be
furious
,
you
were
so
unjust
and
brutal
,
father
?
'
"'
Well
,
now
,
are
you
mad
?
'
cried
my
father
;
'
what
immense
misfortune
is
it
to
crush
a
tulip
bulb
?
You
may
buy
a
hundred
of
them
in
the
market
of
Gorcum
.
'
"'
Perhaps
some
less
precious
one
than
that
was
!
'
I
quite
incautiously
replied
.
"
"
And
what
did
Jacob
say
or
do
at
these
words
?
"
asked
Cornelius
.
"
At
these
words
,
if
I
must
say
it
,
his
eyes
seemed
to
flash
like
lightning
.
"
"
But
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
"
that
was
not
all
;
I
am
sure
he
said
something
in
his
turn
.
"
"'
So
,
then
,
my
pretty
Rosa
,
'
he
said
,
with
a
voice
as
sweet
a
honey
,
--
'
so
you
think
that
bulb
to
have
been
a
precious
one
?
'
"
I
saw
that
I
had
made
a
blunder
.
"'
What
do
I
know
?
'
I
said
,
negligently
;
'
do
I
understand
anything
of
tulips
?
I
only
know
--
as
unfortunately
it
is
our
lot
to
live
with
prisoners
--
that
for
them
any
pastime
is
of
value
.
This
poor
Mynheer
van
Baerle
amused
himself
with
this
bulb
.
Well
,
I
think
it
very
cruel
to
take
from
him
the
only
thing
that
he
could
have
amused
himself
with
.
