"Who are you, girl?" exclaimed Colonel Le Noir.
"Capitola Black, your honor's glory!" she replied, making a deep
curtsey.
"What the foul fiend is the meaning of all this?" in the same breath
inquired the father and son.
Cap put her thumb on the side of her nose, and, whirling her four
fingers, replied:
"It means, your worships' excellencies, that--you--can't come it!
it's no go!' this chicken won't fight It means that the fat's in the
fire, and the cat's out of the bag! It means confusion! distraction!
perdition! and a tearing off of our wigs! It means the game's up,
the play's over, villainy is about to be hanged and virtue about to
be married, and the curtain is going to drop and the principal
performer--that's I-is going to be called out amid the applause of
the audience!" Then, suddenly changing her mocking tone to one of
great severity, she said:
"It means that you have been outwitted by a girl! It means that your
purposed victim has fled, and is by this time in safety! It means
that you two, precious father and son, would be a pair of knaves if
you had sense enough; but, failing in that, you are only a pair of
fools!"
By this time the attention of the few persons in the church was
aroused. They all arose to their feet to look and listen, and some
of them left their places and approached the altar.
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