[Comprehensive classics] Let Gao Leng learn the language

Orange pardoned Cornelius' death sentence, and sentenced him to be slain by Lovestein for life.

Ms. Gao Leng learned from the novel that Rosa's aunt was the nurse of the Prince of Orange. Orange had a country house four or five kilometers away from Leiden, which was actually just a big dairy shed.Rosa's aunt happens to be looking after the animals that live there.

She went to Rosa's aunt on the day Cornerius was sentenced to Loewstein, and waited there until the prince came to the cowshed.

When he came, Ms. Gao Leng begged him to transfer Grievous from the post of prison warden in The Hague to the prison at Fort Lowestein as a warden.Orange didn't know Ms. Gao Leng's intentions; if he knew, he might have refused, but because he didn't know, he agreed.

Ten days had passed since Cornelius was imprisoned in Loewstein's prison.

One morning, he was breathing the fresh air rising from the Waal River through the window, looking at the windmills of his hometown Dordrecht in the distance through the chimneys.He saw flocks of pigeons coming from that direction, landing tremblingly in the sun on the sharp gables of Loewstein.

"These pigeons," said Cornelius to himself, "have flown from Dordrecht, and therefore will return. One has only to tie a strip to the wings of these pigeons, and it is possible to carry a message." To Dordrecht where people cry for him."

Cornelius confiscated the land and thought for a while, then said:

"That person should be me."

A person who is sentenced to life imprisonment at the age of 28, that is to say, has to live behind bars for 2 to [-] days, tends to become very patient.Cornelius, while thinking of his three bulbs (for the thought was beating in his memory like a heart beating in his chest), made a trap to catch the dove.He lured these birds with various foods saved from the daily rations of eighteen Dutch and twelve French coppers; after a month of fruitless temptations, he finally caught a female.

It took him another two months to catch a male, then lock them together, and by the beginning of [-], when he had a few eggs, he let go of the female, who was safe to let The male came to incubate her eggs and flew merrily to Dordrecht with strips under her wings.

Whether this method of Cornelius worked is unknown, but he did appeal to God's mercy.

The next day, while Cornelius was still in this happy and anxious state of mind, he heard the sweet and melodious voice he knew well.

It's Rosa.

Ms. Gao Leng has rushed from The Hague to Loewstein, and she came to the prison smoothly.

Madam Gauleng opened the window of Cornelius' cell, and she put her face against the iron bars of Cornelius, and said to him: "Sir!"

Cornelius did not know how she came here, but he was not in the mood to think about it at the moment, and he was already crying out with joy, "Rosa! Rosa!"

There are only two things in his mind now, a flower and a woman.

Ms. Gao Leng said in a low voice: "Let's talk in a low voice, my father is right behind me."

"Your father?"

"He is in the yard under the stairs, following the instructions of the commander of the fortress, and he will come up in a while."

"Instructions from the commander of the fortress..."

"Correct."

She nodded in answer, and told him how she got here.

"And that's why you're here?"

"Ah."

"So, I can see you every day from now on?"

The ecstasy in Cornelius' eyes was obvious, and Ms. Gao Leng nodded in response to him.

"Rosa, don't you love me a little?"

Cornelius leaned his head excitedly against the iron bars.

Ms. Gao Leng dodged subconsciously, and Cornelius' words exploded in her heart like a cannonball. She didn't expect that just those previous expressions would make this man who only loves flowers and has never loved women come to this conclusion.

Cornelius thought she was being shy, so he boldly stretched out his hands towards her enthusiastically. Ms. Gao Leng was stunned for a moment, and then stretched out his hands to the poor man.However, the iron fence was so dense that it was impossible to pass their hands through. They just touched their fingers, and just such a touch caused sparks to burst out in the heart of Cornelius who was imprisoned in the prison.

"Dad is here!"

Ms. Gao Leng said.

She hurriedly left the door and walked towards Grievous who appeared on the top of the stairs. Grievous had a very bad temper, and Ms. Gao Leng would not provoke him if she could.

Grievous was followed by a large dog, which he led in circles, so that he could recognize the prisoner if necessary.

The great dog was as vicious as Grievous, but these days he enjoyed the company of Lady Gale, who called him to keep him from barking at Cornelius.

Grievous stood at the door of the cell and opened the door. The dog was going to sniff Cornelius, but when Madam Gao Leng called it, it turned around and walked towards Madam Gao Leng wagging its tail.

"Sir," said Grievous, holding up the lamp, in an attempt to lighten his surroundings a little, "I'm your new warden. I'm the warden, and I'm in charge of all the cells. I'm not a bad man, But when it comes to discipline, I'm not at all sympathetic."

"But I know you perfectly well, my dear Mr. Grievous," said Cornelius, stepping into the circle of light cast by the lantern.

"Ho, ho, it's you, Mr. Van Baerle," said Grievous, "it's you. Yo, yo, yo, we meet again!"

"Yes, my dear Mr. Grievous, I am glad to see your arm ready to carry your lamp."—

Grievous frowned.

"You can see that," he said, "that people are always fallible in politics. Your Highness spared your life. If it were me, I would never do it."

"Come!" asked Cornelius. "Why?"

"Because you can plot rebellion; you learned men are in league with the devil."

"No! Mr. Grievous, are you dissatisfied with the way I fix your arm, or with the price I ask you?" Cornelius said with a smile.

"On the contrary! Damn it! On the contrary!" said the guard angrily. "You've taken my arm so well that there must be some witchcraft in it. I'll be able to use it in six weeks, as if there was no As if something had happened. Even the skilled doctor at the Buitenhof prison was willing to break my arm again and put it back together in the normal way, promising that I would not be able to use it again for three months. "

"You don't want to do that?"

"I said: no, as long as I can make the sign of the cross with this arm, (Grievous is Catholic,) as long as I can make the sign of the cross with this arm, I'm not afraid of the devil."

"But if you are not afraid of the devil, Mr. Grievous, you have much more reason not to be afraid of learned men."

"Ah! learned man, learned man!" exclaimed Grievous, without answering his question directly, "learned man! I would rather guard ten soldiers than one wise man. Learned. Soldiers smoke, drink, and get drunk. Give them schnapps or muss, and they'll be as docile as sheep. A learned man, drink, smoke, and get drunk! No! Why! They're temperate, they don't spend money, they're always clear-headed, and they're ready for intrigue. But I'll tell you it's not so easy for you to intrigue, as soon as things start to show up. First, No books, no paper, no spellbooks. Mr. Grotius got away with books."

"I'll tell you the truth, Mr. Grievous," replied Van Baerle, "I may have thought of running away before, but I will never do so now."

"That's good! That's good!" said Grievous. "Beware of yourself, and I will be as careful about you. Even so, Your Highness has made a great mistake."

"Does that mean I didn't cut off my head? . . . Thank you, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Grievous."

"Exactly; you see, isn't Brother De Witt honest now?"

"Mr. Grievous, it's disgusting for you to say such things," said Van Baerle, turning his head so that the other party could not see his disgusted expression. "You forget these two unfortunate Among the people, one is my friend, and the other is... the other is my godfather."

"True, but I also remember that they were both conspiratorials. Besides, I say this with good intentions."

"Ah! Really! Explain, then, my dear Mr. Grievous. I don't quite understand."

"Well, if you stay on Herr Hallbrück's scaffold..."

"How about it?"

"You won't suffer any more. But here, I don't intend to hide it from you. I won't let you have a good life."

"Thank you for your promise, Mr. Grievous."

Cornelius smiled sarcastically at the old guard, and Ms. Gao Leng shrugged and gave Cornelius a comforting look.

Grievous walked to the window.

It's not completely dark yet, and in the vast mist, you can still vaguely see the endless scenery.

"How's the view here?" Grievous asked.

"Very beautiful," replied Cornelius, looking at Madame Gao Leng.

"Yes, yes; can see far, can see far."

At this time, the two pigeons saw the stranger, especially when they heard the stranger's voice, they left their nest in panic, flew into the mist and disappeared in fear.

"Ah! ah! what is this?" asked Grievous.

"My pigeons!" replied Cornelius.

"My dove!" cried the watchman, "my dove! Does a prisoner have anything of his own?"

"Why," said Cornelius, "the dove was given to me by the good God."

"There's been a breach of discipline, you see," replied Grievous. "Pigeons! Now, young man, young man, I want to inform you that these pigeons will be in my pot tomorrow at the latest. .”

"You've got to catch them first, Mr. Grievous. You won't admit they are my pigeons; I can swear to you that if they aren't mine, they aren't yours."

"If you don't do it now, it doesn't mean you won't do it forever," said the guard viciously. "Tomorrow at the latest, I will break their necks."

While making this wicked promise to Cornelius, Grievous put his head out to look at the pigeon-coop.Van Baerle took this opportunity to run to the door to shake Ms. Gao Leng's hand.Ms. Gao Leng said to him after being surprised:

"Nine o'clock tonight."

Grievous was so preoccupied with catching pigeons the next day as he had promised that he saw nothing and heard nothing.He closed the window, took his daughter's arm, went out, locked and bolted the door, and went on to make the same promise to the other prisoners.

As soon as he was gone, Cornelius ran to the door to hear the footsteps that were coming down, and when the footsteps had died away, he ran to the window and completely tore down the pigeon-coop.

This visit of the watchman, his unreasonable threats, and the gloomy prospects under his supervision (a supervision which Cornelius had already tasted), none of this could dissuade Cornelius. Sweet thoughts, above all, could not dispel the sweet hope that Rosa's presence had aroused in his heart.He waited eagerly for the clock on Loewstein's watchtower to strike nine.Because Rosa said: "Nine o'clock, wait for me."

The last stroke of the bell was still echoing in the air, but Cornelius had already heard the light steps of the beautiful Friesian girl on the stairs and the rustle of her gown. Suddenly the iron bars on the door lit up.

It turned out that the window hole was opened from the outside.

"I'm here," said Ms. Gao Leng, who hadn't caught her breath yet because she had climbed the stairs, "I'm here."

"Ah! good Rosa!"

"Are you happy?"

"Then you still have to ask? But, how did you come up with it? Tell me."

"Listen, my father goes to bed right after supper almost every night. He drank his gin and drowsy, and I put him down. Don't tell anyone, because, luckily, he beat this Go to sleep, I can come and talk to you for an hour every night from now on."

"Ah! Thank you, Rosa, dear Rosa."

As Cornelius spoke, he moved his face closer to the window opening, so close that Madam Gao Leng hurriedly averted her face.

"I brought the tulip bulbs for you," she said.

Cornelius' heart was pounding.He had never dared to ask Rosa what had become of the precious treasure he had given her.

"Ah! So you've kept them!"

Did you not give them to me as your beloved? "

"Yes, but since I gave it to you, I think it belongs to you."

"It was supposed to wait for you to die before it could belong to me, but now you are lucky to have survived."

What Ms. Gao Leng said was sincere.

Her artificial tenderness seemed real, because it was now emanating from the heart, covering her face like a soft light.

Cornelius, the man who was madly in love with his Rosa, moved his mouth to kiss her face excitedly.

Ms. Gao Leng quickly avoided, she felt that Cornelius was too open.

Cornelius was somewhat disappointed, but his joy was even greater.

Madam Gauleng promised to come to Cornelius every night at nine o'clock to talk, but she didn't come here to flirt with him.

She was thinking about how to pass the time, when it occurred to her that she could only speak Dutch now but could not read, and that she had in her purse the page of the Bible that would save Cornelius, and she knew exactly what was written on it. , but she did not know a single word.

"I often regret that I can't read," she said.

"I teach you!"

Cornelius had already imagined that at any moment the two of them would part because Grievous hated the work here.If Rosa could write, they could keep in touch.

"However, there is nothing in the cell, how should I teach you?"

"Your godfather, Mr. Corneille de Witte, gave me his "Bible". We can use that "Bible."

"Good idea! Rosa!"

He excitedly wanted to kiss her again.

The fiery breath spread to Ms. Gao Leng's face, and her face instantly burned like a fire.

Madam Gao Leng covered her face, glanced at Cornelius, an open man, and ran away.

Cornelius was immersed in the sweet touch just now, he forgot that Madam Gao Leng had just said that she would return the black tulip to him.

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