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Updated: June 11, 2025
Poots ordered her to be carried upstairs and put to bed, and pouring some acids down her throat, hastened away with Philip to procure the necessary remedies. "You will give your mother that directly, Mynheer Philip," said Poots, putting a phial into his hand; "I will now go to the child of the burgomaster, and will afterwards come back to your cottage."
"Yes, yes by-and-bye all in good time; but I must wait the pleasure of Mr Philip first he has much to tell me before he goes." Philip could not help smiling when he remembered what had passed when he first summoned Mynheer Poots to the cottage, but the remembrance ended in sorrow and a clouded brow.
To this request Father Seysen, who perceived the state of Philip's mind with regard to Amine, readily consented. After a conversation of nearly two hours, they were interrupted by the return of Mynheer Poots, who darted out of the room the instant he perceived Father Seysen.
"She feels not now," said he, as he laid her upon the sofa; "it is better that it should be so too soon will she awake to misery." Summoning to the assistance of his daughter Mynheer Poots, who was in the adjoining room, Philip caught up his hat, imprinted one more fervent kiss upon her forehead, burst from the house, and was out of sight long before Amine had recovered from her swoon.
Amine desired Philip to follow her, and they went into her father's room, where, to his surprise, he found some coffee ready for him at that time a rarity, and one which Philip did not expect to find in the house of the penurious Mynheer Poots; but it was a luxury which, from his former life, the old man could not dispense with.
Stop, give it to me; I will take it to him myself." Mynheer Poots took the cup from Amine's hands, and went into Philip's room. "Here, my son, drink this off, and you will be well," said Mynheer Poots, whose hand trembled so that he spilt the wine on the coverlid. Amine, who watched her father, was more than ever pleased that she had not put the powder into the cup.
Philip called Amine, and having begged her as a favour to receive the priest's visits, the good old man blessed them both and departed. "You did not give him any money, Mr Philip?" said Mynheer Poots, when Father Seysen had left the room. "I did not," replied Philip; "I wish I had thought of it." "No, no it is better not for money is better than what he can give you; but he must not come here."
Amine opened the buffets, cleaned the glazed doors, and was busy rubbing up the silver flagons when her father came into the room. "Mercy on me!" exclaimed Mynheer Poots; "and is all that silver? then it must be true, and he has thousands of guilders; but where are they?" "Never do you mind, father; yours are now safe, and for that you have to thank Philip Vanderdecken."
Mynheer Poots was not more than half way to his home for he had hurt his ankle. Apprehensive of what might possibly take place, should his theft be discovered, he occasionally looked behind him; at length, to his horror, he beheld Philip Vanderdecken at a distance, bounding on in pursuit of him.
The funeral was to take place the next morning, and Philip, who, since his meeting with the daughter of Mynheer Poots, appeared even to himself not so anxious for immediate examination of the room, resolved that he would not open it until after the melancholy ceremony.
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