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A Member of the Horticultural Society.
Rosa, beyond herself and nearly mad with joy and fear at the idea of the black tulip being found again, started for the White Swan, followed by the boatman, a stout lad from Frisia, who was strong enough to knock down a dozen Boxtels single-handed.
He had been made acquainted in the course of the journey with the state of affairs, and was not afraid of any encounter; only he had orders, in such a case, to spare the tulip.
But on arriving in the great market-place Rosa at once stopped, a sudden thought had struck her, just as Homer's Minerva seizes Achilles by the hair at the moment when he is about to be carried away by his anger.
"Good Heaven!" she muttered to herself, "I have made a grievous blunder; it may be I have ruined Cornelius, the tulip, and myself.

I have given the alarm, and perhaps awakened suspicion.

I am but a woman; these men may league themselves against me, and then I shall be lost.

If I am lost that matters nothing,--but Cornelius and the tulip!" She reflected for a moment.
"If I go to that Boxtel, and do not know him; if that Boxtel is not my Jacob, but another fancier, who has also discovered the black tulip; or if my tulip has been stolen by some one else, or has already passed into the hands of a third person;--if I do not recognize the man, only the tulip, how shall I prove that it belongs to me?
On the other hand, if I recognise this Boxtel as Jacob, who knows what will come out of it?
whilst we are contesting with each other, the tulip will die." In the meanwhile, a great noise was heard, like the distant roar of the sea, at the other extremity of the market-place.