{"product_id":"2940014479523","title":"The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas","description":"•  The book has been proof-read and corrected for spelling and grammatical errors\u003cbr\u003e•  A table of contents with working links to chapters is included\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChapter 14. The Pigeons of Dort\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was indeed in itself a great honour for Cornelius van Baerle to be confined in the same prison which had once received the learned master Grotius.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut on arriving at the prison he met with an honour even greater. As chance would have it, the cell formerly inhabited by the illustrious Barneveldt happened to be vacant, when the clemency of the Prince of Orange sent the tulip-fancier Van Baerle there.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe cell had a very bad character at the castle since the time when Grotius, by means of the device of his wife, made escape from it in that famous book-chest which the jailers forgot to examine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn the other hand, it seemed to Van Baerle an auspicious omen that this very cell was assigned to him, for according to his ideas, a jailer ought never to have given to a second pigeon the cage from which the first had so easily flown.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe cell had an historical character. We will only state here that, with the exception of an alcove which was contrived there for the use of Madame Grotius, it differed in no respect from the other cells of the prison; only, perhaps, it was a little higher, and had a splendid view from the grated window.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCornelius felt himself perfectly indifferent as to the place where he had to lead an existence which was little more than vegetation. There were only two things now for which he cared, and the possession of which was a happiness enjoyed only in imagination.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA flower, and a woman; both of them, as he conceived, lost to him for ever.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFortunately the good doctor was mistaken. In his prison cell the most adventurous life which ever fell to the lot of any tulip-fancier was reserved for him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne morning, whilst at his window inhaling the fresh air which came from the river, and casting a longing look to the windmills of his dear old city Dort, which were looming in the distance behind a forest of chimneys, he saw flocks of pigeons coming from that quarter to perch fluttering on the pointed gables of Loewestein.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThese pigeons, Van Baerle said to himself, are coming from Dort, and consequently may return there. By fastening a little note to the wing of one of these pigeons, one might have a chance to send a message there. Then, after a few moments' consideration, he exclaimed,--\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I will do it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA man grows very patient who is twenty-eight years of age, and condemned to a prison for life,--that is to say, to something like twenty-two or twenty-three thousand days of captivity.","brand":"Unforgotten Classics","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070653513968,"sku":"2940014479523","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014479523_p0.jpg?v=1763609411","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014479523","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}