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Wherein the Reader begins to guess the Kind of Execution that was awaiting Van Baerle
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“Thereissomethinglikehopeinyourtone;whatdoyouhope?”
Sheraisedhermoistandbeautifuleyes,andlookedatWilliamwithaglancefullofmeaning,whichwascalculatedtostirupintherecessesofhishearttheclemencywhichwasslumberingthere.
“Ah,Iunderstandyou,”hesaid.
Rosa,withasmile,claspedherhands.
“Youhopeinme?”saidthePrince.
“Yes,Monseigneur.”
“Umph!”
ThePrincesealedtheletterwhichhehadjustwritten,andsummonedoneofhisofficers,towhomhesaid,—
“CaptainvanDeken,carrythisdespatchtoLoewestein;youwillreadtheorderswhichIgivetotheGovernor,andexecutethemasfarastheyregardyou.”
Theofficerbowed,andafewminutesafterwardsthegallopofahorsewasheardresoundinginthevaultedarchway.
“Mychild,”continuedthePrince,“thefeastofthetulipwillbeonSundaynext,thatistosay,thedayafterto-morrow.Makeyourselfsmartwiththesefivehundredguilders,asIwishthatdaytobeagreatdayforyou.”
“HowdoesyourHighnesswishmetobedressed?”falteredRosa.
“TakethecostumeofaFrisianbride.”saidWilliam;“itwillsuityouverywellindeed.”
