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Updated: June 28, 2025
Without more ado, down was thrown gun, game bag, powder flask and shot-horn, and, bounding from point to point over all the intervening space, Capitola rushed into Hurricane Hall, and without an instant's delay ran straight into the parlor, where her epicurean friend, the young Creole, lay slumbering upon the lounge.
A shriek pierced the air, and Capitola starting up, stood before Old Hurricane, crying in an impassioned voice: "Uncle! Uncle! Don't mock me! Don't overwhelm me! I do not care for wealth or power; but tell me of the parents who possessing both, cast off their unfortunate child a girl, too! to meet the sufferings and perils of such a life as mine had been, if I had not met you!"
He testified that he had addressed Capitola, and had been rejected by her; then, under the influence of evil motives, he had circulated insinuations against her honor, which were utterly unjustifiable by fact; she, seeming to have heard of them, took the strange course of challenging him just as if she had been a man.
It was Capitola, walking up and down the floor with rapid, almost masculine strides, and apparently in a state of great excitement. "Oh, is it you, my little Cap? Good evening, my dear," he said, very kindly. Capitola "pulled up" in her striding walk, wheeled around, faced him, drew up her form, folded her arms, threw back her head, set her teeth and glared at him.
Condiment kept his supper warm, and Capitola had his dressing-gown and slippers ready. She was turning them before the fire when the old man arrived. He came in quite gayly, saying: "Now, Cap, I think I have found a talisman at last to cast out that 'dumb devil. I heard you wishing for a watch the other day.
On the outer side of the lawn wall the moonbeams fell full upon the little figure of Pitapat waiting there. "Why, Patty, what takes you out so late as this?" asked Capitola, as she rode up to the gate. "Oh, Miss Catterpillar, I'se waitin' for you. Old marse is dreadful he is! Jest fit to bust the shingles offen the roof with swearing!
She had scarcely ceased speaking before he bounded to his feet, whirled around and confronted her, like a lion at bay, roaring forth: "You have a revolver there, girl move a finger and I shall throw myself upon you like an avalanche?" "I have no revolver watch my hands as I take them forth, and see!" said Capitola, stretching her arms out toward him.
He unlocked the door, admitted Capitola, and then walked off to the extremity of the lobby, as he was accustomed to do when he let in the preachers. Capitola thanked heaven for this chance, for had he not done so she would have to invent some excuse for getting rid of him. She entered the cell. It was very dimly lighted from the great lamp that hung in the lobby, nearly opposite the cell door.
A priest in his sacerdotal robes was in attendance. A few country people were scattered thinly about among the pews, at their private devotions. Guarded by Craven Le Noir on the right and Colonel Le Noir on the left, Capitola was marched up the aisle and placed before the altar.
"Poor young fellow! he must be very unhappy down in that miserable place; but I can't help it. I wish he would go to Mexico with the rest," said Cap, as she pursued her way homeward. Not to excite her suspicion, Craven Le Noir avoided meeting Capitola for a few days, and then threw himself in her road and, as before, allowed her to overtake him.
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