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"Come, come! we lose time!" said the elder Le Noir "Draw her arm within yours, Craven, and lead her out." The young man did as he was directed and led Cap from the room. It was now quite dark the long, dreary passage was only dimly lighted by a hanging lamp, so that with the care she took there was scarcely a possibility of Capitola's being discovered.
Clara clasped her hands as if in prayer and raised her eyes with an appealing gaze into Capitola's face. "Tell me, dear Clara, what is the matter? How can I help you? What shall I do for you?" said our heroine. Before trusting herself to reply, Clara gazed wistfully into Capitola's eyes, as though she would have read her soul.
He, too, "caught a Tartar." And before the cross-examination was concluded, Capitola's apt and cutting replies had overwhelmed him with ridicule and confusion, and done more for the cause of her friend than all her partisans put together!
Capitola's spirit rebelled against this; and, suddenly turning upon her attendant, she indignantly exclaimed: "Wool, I don't want you, sir; I insist upon being left alone, and I order you to go home, sir!" Upon this Wool burst into tears and roared. Much surprised, Capitola inquired of him what the matter was.
Nearly all girls are clever imitators, and Clara readily adopted Capitola's light, springy, swaying walk, and met old Dorcas Knight in the hall, without exciting the slightest suspicion of her identity. "Humph!" said the woman; "so you are going! I advise you not to come back again!" Clara threw up her head with a swagger, and went on.
They left the room and traversed the same labyrinth of passages, stairs, empty rooms and halls back to the dining-room, where a comfortable fire burned and a substantial supper was spread. Old Hurricane took Capitola's hand with a hearty grasp, and placed her in a chair at the side, and then took his own seat at the foot of the table. Mrs. Condiment sat at the head and poured out the tea.
There! keep your veil close, for it's windy, you know; throw back your head and fling yourself along with a swagger, as if you didn't care, ahem! for anybody, and there you are!" said Cap, pushing Clara out and shutting the door behind her. Clara paused an instant to offer up one short, fervent prayer for her success and Capitola's safety, and then following her instructions, went on.
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, too, "caught a Tartar." And before the cross-examination was concluded, Capitola's apt and cutting replies had overwhelmed him with ridicule and confusion, and done more for the cause of her friend than all her partisans put together!
It was several hours before the messenger returned with the constables, and with several neighbors whom interest and curiosity had instigated to join the party. As soon as they arrived, a long ladder was procured and carried up into Capitola's chamber, and let down through the trap-door.
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