capucha

I longed for the man with the _capucha_ to come back, so that I could ask him more questions, even though I could put no faith in his answers; but he did not appear again that night.

The Car of Destiny Armand [Illustrator] Both 1901

He had not forgotten his _capucha_, though he must have expected to find me asleep.

The Car of Destiny Armand [Illustrator] Both 1901

“If you are a doctor, and have no reason to hide your face from me, why do you cover it up with a _capucha_?”

The Car of Destiny Armand [Illustrator] Both 1901

I had not been mad, and I could not have been in this house for many weeks, since the man in the _capucha_ talked of Corpus Christi as still in the future.

The Car of Destiny Armand [Illustrator] Both 1901

“It is the _capucha_ of the _cofradìa_ to which I belong,” explained the man.

The Car of Destiny Armand [Illustrator] Both 1901

I followed, brushing sharply against a tall man in conical _capucha_ and trailing robe of blue.

The Car of Destiny Armand [Illustrator] Both 1901

“Your good friend,” came from under the _capucha_, while there was a glitter of eyes through the two slanting slits in the black silk.

The Car of Destiny Armand [Illustrator] Both 1901

Inquisition came back to my mind, for the man in the black _capucha_ stood looking at me.

The Car of Destiny Armand [Illustrator] Both 1901

Under the _capucha_ he wore an ordinary black coat, such as elderly Spaniards of the middle class wear every day.

The Car of Destiny Armand [Illustrator] Both 1901

Monica was wrenched from me; the dagger had fallen to the ground (but not before I had seen it was of Toledo make); the figure in the blue _capucha_ was swept out of my sight, and I was fighting like a madman in a strait-jacket for freedom.

The Car of Destiny Armand [Illustrator] Both 1901