"
Then vowing that old Hurricane knew what good liquor was, he
replaced the bottle and looked around to find the best place for his
concealment.
He soon determined to hide himself behind the thick folds of the
window curtain, nearest the door, so that immediately after the
entrance of Capitola he could glide to the door, lock it, withdraw
the key and have the girl at once in his power.
He took a second "swig" at the brandy bottle and then went into his
place of concealment to wait events.
That same hour Capitola was her uncle's partner in a prolonged game
of chess. It was near eleven o'clock before Cap, heartily tired of
the battle, permitted herself to be beaten in order to get to bed.
With a satisfied chuckle, Old Hurricane arose from his seat, lighted
two bed-chamber lamps, gave one to Capitola, took the other himself,
and started off for his room, followed by Cap as far as the head of
the first flight of stairs, where she bade him good night.
She waited until she saw him enter his room, heard him lock his door
on the inside and throw himself down heavily into his arm chair, and
then she went on her own way.
She hurried up the second flight of stairs and along the narrow
passages, empty rooms, and steep steps and dreary halls, until she
reached the door of her own dormitory.
She turned the latch and entered the room.
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