”ntinue,”saiddryly,tothepresidentofthehortiulturalsoiety.

        ”ah,sir,”saidrosa,addressingthepersohoughttobeherrealjudge,”iaoingtoinateselfveryseriously.”

        ”entatloeein.”

        ”alassir.”

        ”andfroyoutookadvantageofyourposition,asdaughterofthejailer,toniatehaprisonerofstateabouttheultivationofflowers.”

        ”soitis,sir,”rosarredindisy;”yes,iaoundtonfess,isaeveryday.”

        ”unfortunategirl”exlaidvansystens.

        theprine,thefrightofrosaandthepallorofthepresident,raisedhishead,andsaid,inhislearanddeidedtone,

        ”thiseersofthehortiulturalsoiety;theyhavetojudgeontheblaktulip,andhavenognizaakeofpolitialoffenes.goon,youngan,goon.”

        vansystens,byansofaneloquentglahetulip,histhankstothehehortiulturalsoiety.

        rosa,reassuredbythissortofenuragentonths,allthatshehaddone,andallthatshehadsuffered.shedesribedtherueltyofgryphus;thedestruofthefirstbulb;thegriefoftheprisohepreautionstakentoihesuessofthesendbulb;thepatieheprisonerandhisayduringtheirseparation;hoselfbeausehehadnolongeranyneagain;and,lastly,theirdespaireintofloolenjustonehourafterithadopened.

        allthispassibleenoftheprine,didnotfailtotakeeffevansystens.

        ”but,”saidthepriotbelongsineyoukheprisoner.”

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