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The Events which took place during those Eight Days

           Then,keepingdowntheagitationwhichwasraginginhisbreast,hetookuptherake,smoothedtheground,soastoleaveitonhisretiringinthesamestateashehadfoundit,and,quiteabashedandrueful,walkedbacktothedoor,affectingtheunconcernedairofanordinaryvisitorofthegarden.”

           “Oh,thewretch!”mutteredCornelius,wipingthecoldsweatfromhisbrow.“Oh,thewretch!Iguessedhisintentions.Butthebulb,Rosa;whathaveyoudonewithit?Itisalreadyratherlatetoplantit.”

           “Thebulb?Ithasbeeninthegroundforthesesixdays.”

           “Where?andhow?”criedCornelius.“GoodHeaven,whatimprudence!Whatisit?Inwhatsortofsoilisit?Inwhataspect?Goodorbad?IstherenoriskofhavingitfilchedbythatdetestableJacob?”

           “Thereisnodangerofitsbeingstolen,”saidRosa,“unlessJacobwillforcethedoorofmychamber.”

           “Oh!thenitiswithyouinyourbedroom?”saidCornelius,somewhatrelieved.“Butinwhatsoil?inwhatvessel?Youdon’tletitgrow,Ihope,inwaterlikethosegoodladiesofHaarlemandDort,whoimaginethatwatercouldreplacetheearth?”

           “Youmaymakeyourselfcomfortableonthatscore,”saidRosa,smiling;“yourbulbisnotgrowinginwater.”

           “Ibreatheagain.”

           “Itisinagood,soundstonepot,justaboutthesizeofthejuginwhichyouhadplantedyours.Thesoiliscomposedofthreepartsofcommonmould,takenfromthebestspotofthegarden,andoneofthesweepingsoftheroad.

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