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Cornelius van Baerle’s Will

           

           Onthisanswer,theRecordersalutedVanBaerlewithallthatconsiderationwhichsuchfunctionariesgenerallybestowupongreatcriminalsofeverysort.

           Butwhilsthewasabouttowithdraw,Corneliusasked,“Bythebye,Mr.Recorder,whatdayisthethingyouknowwhatImeantotakeplace?”

           “Why,to-day,”answeredtheRecorder,alittlesurprisedbytheself-possessionofthecondemnedman.

           Asobwasheardbehindthedoor,andCorneliusturnedroundtolookfromwhomitcame;butRosa,whohadforeseenthismovement,hadfallenback.

           “And,”continuedCornelius,“whathourisappointed?”

           “Twelveo’clock,sir.”

           “Indeed,”saidCornelius,“IthinkIheardtheclockstriketenabouttwentyminutesago;Ihavenotmuchtimetospare.”

           “Indeedyouhavenot,ifyouwishtomakeyourpeacewithGod,”saidtheRecorder,bowingtotheground.“Youmayaskforanyclergymanyouplease.”

           Sayingthesewordshewentoutbackwards,andtheassistantturnkeywasgoingtofollowhim,andtolockthedoorofCornelius’scell,whenawhiteandtremblingarminterposedbetweenhimandtheheavydoor.

           Corneliussawnothingbutthegoldenbrocadecap,tippedwithlace,suchastheFrisiangirlswore;heheardnothingbutsomeonewhisperingintotheearoftheturnkey.Butthelatterputhisheavykeysintothewhitehandwhichwasstretchedouttoreceivethem,and,descendingsomesteps,satdownonthestaircasewhichwasthusguardedabovebyhimself,andbelowbythedog.

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