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"
This
tulip
is
yours
,
is
it
not
,
my
child
?
"
said
the
Prince
.
"
Yes
,
Monseigneur
,
"
stammered
Rosa
,
whose
striking
beauty
excited
a
general
murmur
of
applause
.
"
Oh
!
"
muttered
Cornelius
,
"
she
has
then
belied
me
,
when
she
said
this
flower
was
stolen
from
her
.
Oh
!
that
's
why
she
left
Loewestein
.
Alas
!
am
I
then
forgotten
,
betrayed
by
her
whom
I
thought
my
best
friend
on
earth
?
"
"
Oh
!
"
sighed
Boxtel
,
"
I
am
lost
.
"
"
This
tulip
,
"
continued
the
Prince
,
"
will
therefore
bear
the
name
of
its
producer
,
and
figure
in
the
catalogue
under
the
title
,
Tulipa
nigra
Rosa
Barlœnsis
,
because
of
the
name
Van
Baerle
,
which
will
henceforth
be
the
name
of
this
damsel
.
"
And
at
the
same
time
William
took
Rosa
's
hand
,
and
placed
it
in
that
of
a
young
man
,
who
rushed
forth
,
pale
and
beyond
himself
with
joy
,
to
the
foot
of
the
throne
saluting
alternately
the
Prince
and
his
bride
;
and
who
with
a
grateful
look
to
heaven
,
returned
his
thanks
to
the
Giver
of
all
this
happiness
.
At
the
same
moment
there
fell
at
the
feet
of
the
President
van
Systens
another
man
,
struck
down
by
a
very
different
emotion
.
Boxtel
,
crushed
by
the
failure
of
his
hopes
,
lay
senseless
on
the
ground
.
When
they
raised
him
,
and
examined
his
pulse
and
his
heart
,
he
was
quite
dead
.
This
incident
did
not
much
disturb
the
festival
,
as
neither
the
Prince
nor
the
President
seemed
to
mind
it
much
.
