Without replying, the strange woman seized her right hand, forcibly
opened it, gazed upon the palm and then, flinging it back with a
shudder, exclaimed:
"Capitola, what brought you under this roof? Away! Begone! Mount
your horse and fly while there is yet time!"
"What! expose myself again to the storm? I won't, and that's flat!"
said Cap.
"Girl! girl! there are worse dangers in the world than any to be
feared from thunder, lightning, rain or wind!"
"Very well, then, when I meet them it will be time enough to deal
with them! Meanwhile the stormy night and my soaked clothing are
very palpable evils, and as I see no good end to be gained by my
longer enduring them, I will just beg you to stop soothsaying--(as I
have had enough of that from another old witch)--and be as good as
to permit me to change my clothes!"
"It is madness! You shall not stay here!" cried the woman, in a
harsh voice.
"And I tell you I will! You are not the head of the family, and I do
not intend to be turned out by you!"
While she spoke a servant crossed the hall and the woman, whisking
Capitola around until her back was turned and her face concealed,
went to speak to the newcomer.
"When will your master be here?" Capitola heard her inquire.
"Not to-night; he saw the storm rising and did not wish to expose
himself. He sent me on to say that he would not be here until
morning.
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