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Updated: June 24, 2025
"I think, dear Clara, that you must have contracted some of your eccentric little friend Capitola's ways, from putting on her habit! I never before saw you in such gay spirits!" said Mrs. Rocke, as she poured out the coffee. "Oh, mamma; it is but the glad rebound of the freed bird! I am so glad to have escaped from that dark prison of the Hidden House and to be here with you.
That he has not at present legal proof enough to establish her identity and her rights before a court of justice I infer from the fact of his continuing inactive in the matter. But who can foresee how soon he may obtain all the proof that is necessary to establish Capitola's claims and wrest the whole of this property from me?
"Take off all your shoes and walk lightly in your stocking feet do not speak do not breathe follow me as silent as death," said Herbert Greyson, as he softly unlocked the front door and entered the house. Silently and stealthily they passed through the middle hall, up the broad staircase, and through the long, narrow passages and steep stairs that led to Capitola's remote chamber.
But still retaining her prejudice against the presence of food in her bed-chamber, she lifted up the waiter in both hands to carry it out into the passage, turned and stood face to face with Black Donald! Out of this nettle, danger, I'll pluck the flower, safety! Shakespeare. Capitola's blood seemed turned to ice, and her form to stone by the sight!
"Ah, old fellow, you are fastening the stable after the horse has been stolen!" said Black Donald to himself. As soon as old Hurricane had passed by the closet in which the outlaw was concealed, and had gone into the parlor, Black Donald determined to risk the ascent into Capitola's chamber.
You are destined to rise by the destruction of one who would shed his heart's best blood for you!" said the beldame, in an awful voice. Capitola's eyes flashed! She advanced her horse a step or two nearer the witch and raised her riding whip, saying: "I protest! If you were only a man I should lay this ash over your wicked shoulders until my arms ached! How dare you?
But if Capitola's by no means sweet temper had been tried that morning, it was destined to be still more severely tested before the day was over. Her second provocation came in this way: John Stone, another deserter of the birding party had that day betaken himself to Tip-top upon some private business of his own.
He laughed a loud, crackling laugh, and said that was all true, but that he, for his part, never had intended to harm a hair of Capitola's head; that he had taken a fancy to the girl when he had first seen her, and had only wanted to carry her off and force her into a marriage with himself; that he had pretended to consent to her death only for the purpose of saving her life.
And when the boy had bowed and withdrawn, she threw herself into a chair, and with little respect for the pretty device of the pierced heart with which the note was sealed, she tore it open and devoured its contents. Why did Capitola's cheeks and lips blanch white as death? Why did her eyes contract and glitter like stilettoes?
Did I tell you, she was one of the victims of that demon Le Noir?" "No: but I know it from another source. I know as much, or more of her, perhaps, than you do!" "Ah!" exclaimed Traverse, in surprise. "Yes! I know, for instance, that she is Capitola's mother, the long-lost widow of Eugene Le Noir, the mistress of the Hidden House, and the ghost who drew folks' curtains there at night."
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