"If that means yes, I'm glad to hear it, you wretch. You'll go to
the camp-meeting with us again, won't you, you knave? You'll preach
against evil passions and profane swearing, looking right straight
at me all the time, until you bring the eyes of the whole
congregation upon me as a sinner above all sinners, you scoundrel?
You'll turn me out of my own bed and away from my own board, won't
you, you villain? Won't you, precious Father Grey? Oh, we'll Father
Grey you! 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! The poor man
is badly hurt, may be dying, for aught you know, and you stand over
him and berate him when he cannot even answer you!"
"Umph, umph, umph; Demmy, you're--umph, well, he is fallen, fallen
pretty badly, eh? and if he should come round after this, the next
fall he gets will be likely to break his neck, eh?--I say, you
gentleman below there--Mr. Black Donald--precious Father Grey--
you'll keep quiet, won't you, while we go and get our breakfast? do,
now! Come, Cap, come down and pour out my coffee, and by the time we
get through, Old Ezy will be here.
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