Part 3 (1/2)
Rosa took the hand which John de Witt proffered to her, and kissed it with every show of respect
”Go! for Heaven's sake, go!” she said; ”it seeate”
John de Witt hastily got in, sat hi the apron of the carriage, called out to the coachate leading to the harbor of Schevening, in which a s for the two brothers
The carriage drove off with the fugitives at the full speed of a pair of spirited Flemish horses Rosa followed them with her eyes until they turned the corner of the street, upon which, closing the door after her, she went back and threw the key into a cell
The noise which hadthe prison door was indeed owing to the ainst it after the square had been left by the h Gryphus, to do hih refused to open it, yet evidently it could not resistvery pale, put to himself the question whether it would not be better to open the door than to allow it to be forced, when he felt so his coat
He turned round and saw Rosa
”Do you hear these madmen?” he said
”I hear them so well, my father, that in your place ---- ”
”You would open the door?”
”No, I should allow it to be forced”
”But they will kill me!”
”Yes, if they see you”
”How shall they not see me?”
”Hide yourself”
”Where?”
”In the secret dungeon”
”But you, et into it with you We shall lock the door and when they have left the prison, we shall again coht, there!” cried Gryphus; ”it's surprising how much sense there is in such a little head!”
Then, as the gate began to give way amidst the triumphant shouts of the , co, father”
”But our prisoners?”
”God atch over them, and I shall watch over you”
Gryphus followed his daughter, and the trap-door closed over his head, just as the broken gate gave adeon where Rosa had induced her father to hide himself, and where for the present we must leave the two, offered to the known only to those in poho used to place there iainst a rescue or a revolt
The people rushed into the prison, with the cry -- ”Death to the traitors! To the galloith Cornelius de Witt! Death! death!”
Chapter 4
The Murderers
The youngon the ar fro in a corner of the Buytenhof, in the shade of the overhanging weather-board of a closed shop, the doings of the infuriated mob, a spectacle which seemed to draw near its catastrophe
”Indeed,” said he to the officer, ”indeed, I think you were right, Van Deken; the order which the deputies have signed is truly the death-warrant of Master Cornelius Do you hear these people? They certainly bear a sad grudge to the two De Witts”
”In truth,” replied the officer, ”I never heard such shouts”
”They seem to have found out the cell of the man Look, look! is not that theof the cell where Cornelius was locked up?”
Athe iron bars of thein the room which Cornelius had left only ten minutes before
”Halloa, halloa!” the one?” asked those of the et into the prison, crowded as it ith the one,” repeated the e, ”the bird has flown”
”What does thisquite pale
”Oh, Monseigneur, he says a thing which would be very fortunate if it should turn out true!”
”Certainly it would be fortunate if it were true,” said the young man; ”unfortunately it cannot be true”
”However, look!” said the officer
And indeed, soe, showed theone, they have helped them off!”
And the people in the street repeated, with fearful ione! After theneur, it seems that Mynheer Cornelius has really escaped,” said the officer
”Yes, from prison, perhaps, but not from the town; you will see, Van Deken, that the poor felloill find the gate closed against hiiven to close the town gates, Monseigneur?”
”No, -- at least I do not think so; who could have given such an order?”
”Indeed, but what hness suppose?”