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Updated: June 28, 2025
I am not afraid of the Le Noirs. Bless their wigs; I should like to see them make me blanch. On the contrary, I desire above all things to be pitted against these two! How I shall enjoy their disappointment and rage! Oh, it will be a rare frolic!" While Capitola was speaking she was also busily engaged doing.
An hour after the departure of Capitola, Colonel Le Noir returned to the Hidden House and learned from his man David that upon the preceding evening a young girl of whose name he was ignorant had sought shelter from the storm and passed the night at the mansion.
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.
They got him up at last, and laid out upon the floor a ghastly, bleeding, insensible form, around which every one gathered to gaze. While they were all looking upon him as upon a slaughtered wild beast, Capitola alone felt compassion. "Uncle, he is quite crushed by his fall. Make the men lay him upon the bed.
"Sorry it's against your will, but can't help it; not used to being ordered about and don't know how to submit, and so I'm going." "Ungrateful girl; actually meditating disobedience on the horse I gave her!" "Easy now, uncle fair and easy. I did not sell my free will for Gyp! I wouldn't for a thousand Gyps! He was a free gift," said Capitola, beginning an impatient little dance about the floor.
"Does Capitola Le Noir still live?" hoarsely demanded the colonel, as the two conspirators reached the parlor. "Still live? Yes; 'twas but yesterday we agreed upon her death! Give a man time! Sit down, colonel! Take this seat. We will talk the matter over again." With something very like a sigh of relief, Colonel Le Noir threw himself into the offered chair.
Capitola, take your seat, too," ordered the old man, throwing himself into his chair. Herbert also drew his chair up. Capitola resumed her seat, saying to herself: "Well, well, I am determined not to be surprised at anything that happens, being perfectly clear in my own mind that this is all nothing but a dream.
And then the two girls sat down to compose themselves for a few minutes, while Capitola gave new and particular directions for Clara's course and conduct, so as to insure as far as human foresight could do it, the safe termination of her perilous adventure. By the time they had ended their talk the hall clock struck twelve. "There! it is full time you should be off!
However, it is between friends. But how the demon did that girl, that capital Capitola, get Clara off from right under your eyes?" "By changing clothes with her, confound you!
She did not know how long she had slept when she was suddenly and terribly awakened by a woman's shriek sounding from the room immediately overhead, in which, upon the night previous, Capitola had slept. Starting up in bed, Clara listened. The shriek was repeated prolonged and piercing and was accompanied by a muffled sound of struggling that shook the ceiling overhead.
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