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The Pupil of John de Witt
Godwillrewardyouforhavingsavedthelivesoftwomen.”
RosatookthehandwhichJohndeWittprofferedtoher,andkisseditwitheveryshowofrespect.
“Go!forHeaven’ssake,go!”shesaid;“itseemstheyaregoingtoforcethegate.”
JohndeWitthastilygotin,sathimselfdownbythesideofhisbrother,and,fasteningtheapronofthecarriage,calledouttothecoachman,—
“TotheTol-Hek!”
TheTol-HekwastheirongateleadingtotheharborofSchevening,inwhichasmallvesselwaswaitingforthetwobrothers.
ThecarriagedroveoffwiththefugitivesatthefullspeedofapairofspiritedFlemishhorses.Rosafollowedthemwithhereyesuntiltheyturnedthecornerofthestreet,uponwhich,closingthedoorafterher,shewentbackandthrewthekeyintoacell.
ThenoisewhichhadmadeRosasupposethatthepeoplewereforcingtheprisondoorwasindeedowingtothemobbatteringagainstitafterthesquarehadbeenleftbythemilitary.
Solidasthegatewas,andalthoughGryphus,todohimjustice,stoutlyenoughrefusedtoopenit,yetevidentlyitcouldnotresistmuchlonger,andthejailer,growingverypale,puttohimselfthequestionwhetheritwouldnotbebettertoopenthedoorthantoallowittobeforced,whenhefeltsomeonegentlypullinghiscoat.
HeturnedroundandsawRosa.
“Doyouhearthesemadmen?”hesaid.
“Ihearthemsowell,myfather,thatinyourplace——”
“Youwouldopenthedoor?”
“No,Ishouldallowittobeforced.”
“Buttheywillkillme!”
“Yes,iftheyseeyou.”
“Howshalltheynotseeme?”
“Hideyourself
