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"Not," said Cap, good-humoredly adjusting her cameo bracelet and holding up her arm to see its effect. "You will not! Then, demmy, miss, I shall know how to make you!" thundered Old Hurricane, bringing the point of his stick down with a sharp rap. "Eh!" cried Capitola, looking up in astonishment. "Yes, miss; that's what I said make you!"
I shall never have the chance to be cruel to you again never! You'll perish in this terrible storm and then and then my tough old heart will break! It will it will, Cap! But demmy, before it does, I'll break the necks of every man and woman, in this house, old and young! Hear it, heaven and earth, for I'll do it!" All things must have an end.
Suppose, now, Herbert Greyson was to take a fancy to another girl, would I let uncle go to him and put a pistol to his head and say, 'Cap is fond of you, you varlet! and demmy, sir, you shall marry none but her, or receive an ounce of lead in your stupid brains'? No, I'd scorn it; I'd forward the other wedding; I'd make the cake and dress the bride and then maybe I'd break no, I'm blamed if I would!
Dev'lish well-mannered girl my sister-in-law has the manners of a duchess and would bring up any girl well. Miss Bell's a little countryfied. But the smell of the hawthorn is pleasant, demmy. How she blushes! Your London girls would give many a guinea for a bouquet like that natural flowers, begad! And she's a little money too nothing to speak of but a pooty little bit of money."
Demmy, the next time a trap-door falls under you, you rascal, there shall be a rope around your neck to keep you from the ground, precious Father Grey!" "Uncle! Uncle! that is cowardly!" exclaimed Capitola. "What is cowardly, Miss Impertinence?" "To insult and abuse a fallen man who is in your power!
I wouldn't? The Esmonds were all as proud as Lucifer; and, to be sure, my birth was as good as that of any man in Europe. Demmy! Where was my lord himself when the Esmonds were lords of great counties, warriors, and Crusaders? Where were they? Beggarly Scotchmen, without a rag to their backs by George! tearing raw fish in their islands. But now the times were changed. The Scotchmen were in luck.
Old Hurricane sprang up, bringing his feet down upon the floor with a resound that made the great hall ring again, exclaiming: "What do you mean by 'of course! of course! you villain? Demmy! I'll swear she took care of herself, you varlet; and if any man dares to hint otherwise, I'll ram his falsehood down his throat with the point of my walking stick and make him swallow both!"
Demmy, the next time a trap-door falls under you, you rascal, there shall be a rope around your neck to keep you from the ground, precious Father Grey!" "Uncle! Uncle! that is cowardly!" exclaimed Capitola. "What is cowardly, Miss Impertinence?" "To insult and abuse a fallen man who is in your power!
You venture to stand there before my face and tell me composedly that you permitted Miss Black to go off alone in the face of such a storm as this?" roared Old Hurricane. "Sir, I could not help it!" said the old lady. "Demmy, mum! You should have helped it! A woman of your age to stand there and tell me that she could not prevent a young creature like Capitola from going out alone in the storm!"
There comes applause, hissing, yawning, laughter, as may be: but the loudest critic of all is our friend the cheap buck, who sits yonder and makes his remarks, so that all the audience may hear. "THIS a farce!" says Beau Tibbs: "demmy! it's the work of a poor devil who writes for money, confound his vulgarity! This a farce! Why isn't it a tragedy, or a comedy, or an epic poem, stap my vitals?
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