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Updated: May 11, 2025
"We must return to the President," she muttered. "Well, then, let us return," said the boatman. They took a small street, which led them straight to the mansion of Mynheer van Systens, who with his best pen in his finest hand continued to draw up his report. Everywhere on her way Rosa heard people speaking only of the black tulip, and the prize of a hundred thousand guilders.
We are attending to a yellower tulip, no doubt, when the only daffodil that Shakespeare knew is opening in the chilly wood. The reproach is a commonplace, but perhaps we have generally accused ourselves of the impatience rather than of the listlessness, and have not noted how we shorten the disarranged seasons and lay up for ourselves memories confused and undefined.
"Well?" asked Cornelius. "Well, all is going on prosperously. This night, without any doubt, our tulip will be in flower." "And will it flower black?" "Black as jet." "Without a speck of any other colour." "Without one speck." "Well?" "Well, and I will tell you now what I have decided on.
We sat at the extreme left of the first balcony, facing the arch of our own and the balcony above us, veritable hanging gardens, brilliant as tulip beds. The matinee audience was made up chiefly of women.
"It is difficult to say by whom this money is gained, by you or by Rosa; for if you have found the black tulip, she has nursed it and brought it into flower. It would therefore be unjust to consider it as her dowry; it is the gift of the town of Haarlem to the tulip." Cornelius wondered what the Prince was driving at. The latter continued,
"Of course I would," returned the Slogger, with a look of surprise; "wot's the use o' stickin' to a thing that don't pay?" "Vell, if them's your principles you ain't got much to 'old on by, my tulip," said Robin. "An' wot principles may you 'old on by, my turnip?" asked the Slogger.
I had given the letter to my messenger; he started before I left his house; I came home, and my door was locked, everything in my room was as I had left it, except the tulip, that was gone. Some one must have had a key for my room, or have got a false one made on purpose." She was nearly choking with sobs, and was unable to continue.
It moved into the sunshine, a little away from the shade of the laurel bush, which grew on the side it first appeared on, and suddenly the back became transparent amber, the legs and belly continuing green. From its breast under the chin, it every now and then shot out a semicircular film of a bright scarlet colour, like a leaf of a tulip stretched vertically, or the pectoral fin of a fish.
The stately cypress, the royal tulip tree, and the beautiful evergreen white holly, of our southern forests. The highly prized black-walnut of Tennessee and North Carolina. The fruitful, free-growing chestnut, so common all over the United States. Finally, that towering king of all trees, the matchless mammoth redwood of California.
Where the famous tulip beds made splotches of brilliant colour against the clear emerald of the closely clipped grass they came upon him, a solitary figure in the garb of the elderly seaman, "Captain Burbage, of Clarges Street," seated on one of the garden benches, his hands folded over the knob of his thick walking-stick and his chin resting upon them, staring fixedly at the gorgeous flowers and apparently deaf and blind to all else.
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