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"Sir," broke forth Old Hurricane, in fury, "that wretch has eaten at my table! Has drunk wine with me!! Has slept in my bed!!! Ugh! ugh!! ugh!!!" "Believing him to be what he seemed, sir, you extended to him the rights of hospitality; you have nothing to blame yourself with!" "Demmy, sir, I did more than that! I've coddled him up with negusses!
"I should like to know how," said Cap, returning to her cool good humor. "You would, would you? Demmy, I'll tell you! I have broken haughtier spirits than yours in my life. Would you know how?" "Yes," said Cap, indifferently, still busied with her bracelets. "Stoop and I will whisper the mystery." Capitola bent her graceful head to hear. "With the rod!" hissed Old Hurricane, maliciously.
Condiment, mum!" said Old Hurricane, suddenly stopping before the poor old woman, in angry scorn. "Indeed, I'm sure if I'd known it was Black Donald, I'd no more have suffered him inside of my tent than I would Satan!" "Demmy, mum, you had Satan there as well! Who but Satan could have tempted you all to disregard me, your lawful lord and master, as you every one of you did for that wretch's sake!
"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 immediately by an awful peal of thunder and a sudden fall of rain. Old Hurricane sprang up as though he had been shot off his chair and trotted up and down the floor exclaiming: "And she she out in all this storm! Mrs.
"Sir," broke forth Old Hurricane, in fury, "that wretch has eaten at my table! Has drunk wine with me!! Has slept in my bed!!! Ugh! ugh!! ugh!!!" "Believing him to be what he seemed, sir, you extended to him the rights of hospitality; you have nothing to blame yourself with!" "Demmy, sir, I did more than that! I've coddled him up with negusses!
Why do you sit there staring at me, you little demon? Why don't you say something to encourage me, you little wretch?" "Go on!" said Cap, without removing her eyes. "Cap, I was a jealous passionate Demmy, confession isn't in my line. A diabolical villain made me believe that my poor little wife wasn't good!" "There! I knew you'd lay it on somebody else. Men always do that," said Cap, to herself.
The best way is to make your letters safe. I never wrote a letter in all my life that would commit me, and demmy, sir, I have had some experience of women."
Goodwin. "Demmy, sir, I beg you pardon, parson, I won't take patience! You don't know! Hang it, man, at last they got me to give up one-half of my own blessed bed to his precious reverence the best half which the fellow always took right out of the middle, leaving me to sleep on both sides of him, if I could!
He strode up and down the room, striking his stick upon the floor, and uttering inarticulate sounds of rage and defiance. When Cap had finished her story he suddenly stopped before her, brought down the point of his stick with a resounding thump upon the floor and exclaimed: "Demmy, you New York newsboy! Will you never be a woman? Why the demon didn't you tell me, sirrah?
Here's another; here's a young prig! I don't believe you yes, I do, too! Demmy, sir, if you never touch wine it's because you prefer brandy! Waiter!" "I thank you, sir. Order no brandy for me. If I never use intoxicating liquors it is because I gave a promise to that effect to my dying mother." "Say no more say no more, lad. Drink water, if you like.
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