Capitola the Madcap by Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte Southworth
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are not safe in a tempest. Well, mum, why don't you go, or send
Pitapat?" "Major Warfield, sir, I'm very sorry, but Miss Black has not come in yet," said Mrs. Condiment, who for the last half hour had suffered extreme anxiety upon account of Capitola. "Not come in yet! Demmy, mum! Do you tell me she has gone out?" cried Old Hurricane, in a voice of thunder, gathering his brows into a dark frown, and striking his cane angrily upon the floor. "Yes, sir, I am sorry to say she rode out about an hour ago and has not returned," said Mrs. Condiment, summoning all her firmness to meet Old Hurricane's "roused wrath." "Ma'am! You venture to stand there before my face and tell me composedly that you permitted Miss Black to go off alone in the face of such a storm as this?" roared Old Hurricane. "Sir, I could not help it!" said the old lady. "Demmy, mum! You should have helped it! A woman of your age to stand there and tell me that she could not prevent a young creature like Capitola from going out alone in the storm!" "Major Warfield, could you have done it?" "Me? Demmy, I should think so; but that is not the question! You--" He was interrupted by a blinding flash of lightning, followed |
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