"Ho! you're stingy; you do not like to part with the yellow demon that has bought the souls of all your house!"
"Don't I? You shall see! There! If you want gold, go fish it from the depth of the whirlpool," said Cap, taking her purse and casting it over the precipice.
This exasperated the crone to frenzy.
"Away! Begone!" she cried, shaking her long arm at the girl. "Away! Begone! The fate pursues you! The badge of blood is stamped upon your palm!"
"'Fee—faw—fum'" said Cap.
"Scorner! Beware! The curse of the crimson hand is upon you!"
—"'I smell the blood of an Englishman'"—continued Cap.
"Derider of the fates, you are foredoomed to crime!"
—"'Be he alive or be he dead, I'll have his brains to butter my bread!'" concluded Cap.
"Be silent!" shrieked the beldame.