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The Two Brothers
Healsothoughtofhisbrother;andwhilstthelatterwasthusvividlypresenttohismindthedooropened,andJohnentered,hurryingtothebedsideoftheprisoner,whostretchedouthisbrokenlimbsandhishandstiedupinbandagestowardsthatgloriousbrother,whomhenowexcelled,notinservicesrenderedtothecountry,butinthehatredwhichtheDutchborehim.
Johntenderlykissedhisbrotherontheforehead,andputhissorehandsgentlybackonthemattress.
“Cornelius,mypoorbrother,youaresufferinggreatpain,areyounot?”
“Iamsufferingnolonger,sinceIseeyou,mybrother.”
“Oh,mypoordearCornelius!Ifeelmostwretchedtoseeyouinsuchastate.”
“And,indeed,Ihavethoughtmoreofyouthanofmyself;andwhilsttheyweretorturingme,Ineverthoughtofutteringacomplaint,exceptonce,tosay,‘Poorbrother!’Butnowthatyouarehere,letusforgetall.Youarecomingtotakemeaway,areyounot?”
“Iam.”
“Iamquitehealed;helpmetogetup,andyoushallseehowIcanwalk.”
“Youwillnothavetowalkfar,asIhavemycoachnearthepond,behindTilly’sdragoons.”
“Tilly’sdragoons!Whataretheynearthepondfor?”
“Well,”saidtheGrandPensionarywithamelancholysmilewhichwashabitualtohim,“thegentlemenattheTown-hallexpectthatthepeopleattheHaguewouldliketoseeyoudepart,andthereissomeapprehensionofatumult.”
“Ofatumult?”repliedCornelius,fixinghiseyesonhisperplexedbrother;“atumult?”
“Yes,Cornelius.
