Capitola the Madcap by Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte Southworth
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"Take care, young man! I shall live to be revenged upon you yet for
these affronts!" and his dastard heart burned with the fiercer malignity that he had not dared to meet the eagle eye, or encounter the strong arm of the upright and stalwart young man. Gnashing his teeth with ill-suppressed fury, he strode into the hall just as Mrs. Rocke and Clara, in her traveling dress, descended the stairs. Clara threw her arms around Mrs. Rocke's neck, and, weeping, said: "Good-by, dear, best friend--good-by! Heaven grant it may not be for long! Oh, pray for me, that I may be sent back to you!" "May the Lord have you in His holy keeping, my child I shall pray until I hear from you!" said Marah, kissing and releasing her. Colonel Le Noir then took her by the hand, led her out, and put her into the carriage. Just before entering Clara had turned to take a last look at her old home--all, friends and servants, noticed the sorrowful, anxious, almost despairing look of her pale face, which seemed to ask: "Ah, shall I ever, ever return to you, dear old home, and dear, familiar friends?" In another instant she had disappeared within the carriage, which immediately rolled off. As the carriage was heavily laden, and the road was in a very bad condition, it was a full hour before they reached the town of |
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