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Contents:
PART FIRST.
CHAPTER I. THE NOCTURNAL VISIT.
CHAPTER II. THE MASKS.
CHAPTER III. THE QUEST.
CHAPTER IV. CAPITOLA.
CHAPTER V. THE DISCOVERY.
CHAPTER VI. A SHORT, SAD STORY.
CHAPTER VII. METAMORPHOSIS OF THE NEWSBOY.
CHAPTER VIII. HERBERT GREYSON.
CHAPTER IX. MARAH ROCKE.
CHAPTER X. THE ROOM OF THE TRAP-DOOR.
CHAPTER XI. A MYSTERY AND A STORM AT HURRICANE HALL.
CHAPTER XII. MARAH'S DREAM.
CHAPTER XIII. MARAH'S MEMORIES.
CHAPTER XIV. THE WASTING HEART.
CHAPTER XV. CAP'S COUNTRY CAPERS.
CHAPTER XVI. CAP'S FEARFUL ADVENTURE.
CHAPTER XVII. ANOTHER STORM AT HURRICANE HALL.
CHAPTER XVIII. THE DOCTOR'S DAUGHTER.
CHAPTER XIX. THE RESIGNED SOUL.
CHAPTER XX. THE OUTLAW'S RENDEZVOUS.
CHAPTER XXI. GABRIEL LE NOIR.
CHAPTER XXII. THE SMUGGLER AND CAPITOLA.
CHAPTER XXIII. THE BOY'S LOVE.
CHAPTER XXIV. CAPITOLA'S MOTHER.
CHAPTER XXV. CAPITOLA'S TRICKS AND PERILS.
CHAPTER XXVI. THE PERIL AND THE PLUCK OF CAP.
CHAPTER XXVII. SEEKING HIS FORTUNE.
CHAPTER XXVIII. A PANIC IN THE OUTLAW'S DEN.
CHAPTER XXIX. THE VICTORY OVER DEATH.
CHAPTER XXX. THE ORPHAN.
PART SECOND.
CHAPTER XXXI. THE ORPHAN'S TRIAL.
CHAPTER XXXII. OLD HURRICANE STORMS.
CHAPTER XXXIII. CAP'S VISIT TO THE HIDDEN HOUSE.
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE HIDDEN HOLLOW.
CHAPTER XXXV. THE HIDDEN HOUSE.
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE INMATE OF THE HIDDEN HOUSE.
CHAPTER XXXVII. CAP'S RETURN.
CHAPTER XXXVIII. ANOTHER MYSTERY AT THE HIDDEN HOUSE.
CHAPTER XXXIX. CAP FREES THE CAPTIVE.
CHAPTER XL. CAP IN CAPTIVITY.
CHAPTER XLI. AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR AT MARAH'S COTTAGE.
CHAPTER XLII. CAP "RESTS ON HER LAURELS" AND "SPOILS FOR A FIGHT.
CHAPTER XLIII. BLACK DONALD.
CHAPTER XLIV. GLORY.
CHAPTER XLV. CAP CAPTIVATES A CRAVEN.
CHAPTER XLVI. CAP'S RAGE.
CHAPTER XLVII. CAPITOLA CAPS THE CLIMAX.
CHAPTER XLVIII. BLACK DONALD'S LAST ATTEMPT.
CHAPTER XLIX. THE AWFUL PERIL OF CAPITOLA.
CHAPTER L. THE NEXT MORNING.
CHAPTER LI. A FATAL HATRED.
CHAPTER LII. THE COURT-MARTIAL.
CHAPTER LIII. THE VERDICT.
CHAPTER LIV. THE END OF THE WAR.
CHAPTER LV. THE FORTUNATE BATH.
CHAPTER LVI. THE MYSTERIOUS MANIAC.
CHAPTER LVII. THE MANIAC'S STORY.
CHAPTER LVIII. END OF THE LADY'S STORY.
CHAPTER LIX. PROSPECTS BRIGHTEN.
CHAPTER LX. CAPITOLA A CAPITALIST.
CHAPTER LXI. "THERE SHALL BE LIGHT AT THE EVENTIDE."--Holy Bible.
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An excerpt from the beginning of:
PART FIRST
CHAPTER I. THE NOCTURNAL VISIT.
* * * Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me when every sound appals me?
* * * I hear a knocking
In the south entry! Hark!--More knocking!
--SHAKESPEARE.
Hurricane Hall is a large old family mansion, built of dark-red sandstone, in one of the loneliest and wildest of the mountain regions of Virginia.
The estate is surrounded on three sides by a range of steep, gray rocks, spiked with clumps of dark evergreens, and called, from its horseshoe form, the Devil's Hoof.
On the fourth side the ground gradually descends in broken rock and barren soil to the edge of the wild mountain stream known as the Devil's Run.
When storms and floods were high the loud roaring of the wind through the wild mountain gorges and the terrific raging of the torrent over its rocky course gave to this savage locality its ill-omened names of Devil's Hoof, Devil's Run and Hurricane Hall.
Major Ira Warfield, the lonely proprietor of the Hall, was a veteran officer, who, in disgust at what he supposed to be ill-requited services, had retired from public life to spend the evening of his vigorous age on this his patrimonial estate. Here he lived in seclusion, with his old-fashioned housekeeper, Mrs. Condiment, and his old family servants and his favorite dogs and horses. Here his mornings were usually spent in the chase, in which he excelled, and his afternoons and evenings were occupied in small convivial suppers among his few chosen companions of the chase or the bottle.
In person, Major Warfield was tall and strongly built, reminding one of some iron-limbed Douglas of the olden time. His features were large and harsh; his complexion dark red, as that of one bronzed by long exposure and flushed with strong drink. His fierce, dark-gray eyes were surmounted by thick, heavy black brows that, when gathered into a frown, reminded one of a thunder cloud, as the flashing orbs beneath them did of lightning. His hard, harsh face was surrounded by a thick growth of iron-gray hair and beard that met beneath his chin. His usual habit was a black cloth coat, crimson vest, black leather breeches, long, black yarn stockings,...
