Чорний тюльпан
The Pupil of John de Witt
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“Where?”
“Inthesecretdungeon.”
“Butyou,mychild?”
“Ishallgetintoitwithyou.Weshalllockthedoorandwhentheyhavelefttheprison,weshallagaincomeforthfromourhidingplace.”
“Zounds,youareright,there!”criedGryphus;“it’ssurprisinghowmuchsensethereisinsuchalittlehead!”
Then,asthegatebegantogivewayamidstthetriumphantshoutsofthemob,sheopenedalittletrap-door,andsaid,—
“Comealong,comealong,father.”
“Butourprisoners?”
“Godwillwatchoverthem,andIshallwatchoveryou.”
Gryphusfollowedhisdaughter,andthetrap-doorclosedoverhishead,justasthebrokengategaveadmittancetothepopulace.
ThedungeonwhereRosahadinducedherfathertohidehimself,andwhereforthepresentwemustleavethetwo,offeredtothemaperfectlysaferetreat,beingknownonlytothoseinpower,whousedtoplacethereimportantprisonersofstate,toguardagainstarescueorarevolt.
Thepeoplerushedintotheprison,withthecry—
“Deathtothetraitors!TothegallowswithCorneliusdeWitt!Death!death!”
