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Wool came and helped her into the saddle, saying: "Yer does right, Miss Cap, to keep your face kivered; it's awful windy, ain't it, though? I kin scarcely keep the har from blowing offen my head." With an impatient jerk after the manner of Capitola, Clara signified that she did not wish to converse.
Capitola listened to all this with the deepest attention, saying to herself: "Well, I declare, this getting married is really awfully interesting! If it were not for Herbert Greyson, I'd just let it go right straight on to the end and see what would happen next!"
"A willful elf an uncle's child, That half a pet and half a pest, Was still reproved, endured, caressed, Yet never tamed, though never spoiled." Capitola at first was delighted and half incredulous at the great change in her fortunes.
An hour's ride brought the party to an obscure church in the depths of the forest, which Capitola recognized by the cross on its top to be a Roman Catholic chapel. Here the carriage drew up and the two Le Noirs got out and assisted Capitola to alight. They then led her into the church, which was dimly illumined by a pair of wax candles burning before the altar.
While her thoughts were thus running over the whole range of circumstances around her singular position, sleep overtook Capitola and speculation was lost in brighter visions. How long she had slept and dreamed she did not know, when something gently awakened her. She opened her eyes calmly to meet a vision that brave as she was, nearly froze the blood in her warm veins.
As soon as the coach had rolled out of sight Major Warfield handed Capitola into his carriage that had long been waiting, and took the seat by her side, much to the scandalization of Wool, who muttered to his horses: "There, I told you so! I said how he'd go and bring home a young wife, and behold he's gone and done it!"
As the heiress or, rather, the rightful owner of all this vast fortune, Capitola was a much greater "catch" than poor Clara, with her modest estate, had been. And Mr.
At last, when the dinner and the dessert were removed, and the nuts, raisins and wine placed upon the table, and the waiters had retired from the room and left them alone, sitting one on each side of the fire, with the table and its luxuries between them, Major Warfield suddenly looked up and asked: "Capitola, whom do you think that I am?" "Old Hurricane, to be sure.
It will put life into those marble cheeks of yours!" he laughed. "I will say it for you! May the Lord pity and save Black Donald's soul, if that be yet possible, for the Saviour's sake!" prayed Capitola, in a broken voice, with her foot upon the concealed and fatal spring. He laughed aloud, stretched forth his arms and rushed to clasp her. She pressed the spring.
I will tell you all about it," replied Le Noir, who thereupon commenced and related the whole stratagem by which Capitola freed Clara, including the manner in which she accompanied them to the church and revealed herself at the altar. Black Donald threw himself back and roared with laughter, vigorously slapping his knees and crying: "That girl! that capital Capitola!
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