“Lucifer calls from Hell, ‘When are the de Witts coming?’
“The burghers call from the Hague, ‘Expect them to-morrow!’”
CHAPTER XII
AUGUST 20, 1672
He was still dressing when Johanna de Zwyndrecht came to him.
“The gaoler’s maid from the Gevangenpoort, John——”
She could say no more.
“From Cornelius?”
He had just finished shaving, and stood with his collar untied and the strings in his hand.