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The Pupil of John de Witt

           

           “Ihavesomeadvicetogiveyou,”Rosasaid,tremblingevenmoreviolentlythanbefore.

           “Well,letushearwhatyouhavetosay,mychild.WhyshouldnotGodspeakbyyourmouth?”

           “Now,then,MynheerJohn,ifIwereinyourplace,Ishouldnotgooutthroughthemainstreet.”

           “Andwhyso,asthedragoonsofTillyarestillattheirpost?”

           “Yes,buttheirorder,aslongasitisnotrevoked,enjoinsthemtostopbeforetheprison.”

           “Undoubtedly.”

           “Haveyougotanorderforthemtoaccompanyyououtofthetown?”

           “Wehavenot?”

           “Well,then,intheverymomentwhenyouhavepassedtheranksofthedragoonsyouwillfallintothehandsofthepeople.”

           “Buttheburgherguard?”

           “Alas!theburgherguardarethemostenragedofall.”

           “Whatarewetodo,then?”

           “IfIwereinyourplace,MynheerJohn,”theyounggirltimidlycontinued,“Ishouldleavebythepostern,whichleadsintoadesertedby-lane,whilstallthepeoplearewaitingintheHighStreettoseeyoucomeoutbytheprincipalentrance.FromthereIshouldtrytoreachthegatebywhichyouintendtoleavethetown.”

           “Butmybrotherisnotabletowalk,”saidJohn.

           “Ishalltry,”Corneliussaid,withanexpressionofmostsublimefortitude.

           “Buthaveyounotgotyourcarriage?”askedthegirl.

           “Thecarriageisdownnearthegreatentrance.”

           “Notso,”shereplied.“Iconsideredyourcoachmantobeafaithfulman,andItoldhimtowaitforyouatthepostern.”

           Thetwobrotherslookedfirstateachother,andthenatRosa,withaglancefullofthemosttendergratitude.

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