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Chapter 20 This unfortunate draw-bridge of yours, quoth my fatherGod bless your honour, cried Trim, tis a bridge for masters nose.In bringing him into the world with his vile instruments, he has crushed his nose, Susannah says, as flat as a pancake to his face, and he is making a false bridge with a piece of cotton and a thin piece of whalebone out of Susannahs stays, to raise it up. Lead me, brother Toby, cried my father, to my room this instant. |
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