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Cornelius van Baerle’s Will

           Don’tinterruptme,Rosadear,Ihaveonlyafewminutesmore.”

           Thepoorgirlwasnearlychokingwithhersobs.

           Corneliustookherbythehand.

           “Listentome,”hecontinued:“I’lltellyouhowtomanageit.GotoDortandaskButruysheim,mygardener,forsoilfrommybordernumbersix,filladeepboxwithit,andplantinitthesethreebulbs.TheywillflowernextMay,thatistosay,insevenmonths;and,whenyouseetheflowerformingonthestem,becarefulatnighttoprotectthemfromthewind,andbydaytoscreenthemfromthesun.Theywillflowerblack,Iamquitesureofit.YouarethentoapprisethePresidentoftheHaarlemSociety.Hewillcausethecoloroftheflowertobeprovedbeforeacommitteeandthesehundredthousandguilderswillbepaidtoyou.”

           Rosaheavedadeepsigh.

           “Andnow,”continuedCornelius,wipingawayatearwhichwasglisteninginhiseye,andwhichwasshedmuchmoreforthatmarvellousblacktulipwhichhewasnottoseethanforthelifewhichhewasabouttolose,“Ihavenowishleft,exceptthatthetulipshouldbecalledRosaBarlœnsis,thatistosay,thatitsnameshouldcombineyoursandmine;andas,ofcourse,youdonotunderstandLatin,andmightthereforeforgetthisname,trytogetformepencilandpaper,thatImaywriteitdownforyou.”

           Rosasobbedafresh,andhandedtohimabook,boundinshagreen,whichboretheinitialsC.W.

           “Whatisthis?”askedtheprisoner.

           “Alas!”repliedRosa,“itistheBibleofyourpoorgodfather,CorneliusdeWitt.

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