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Nothing can be better, quoth my mother. Except dimity,replied my father:Tis best of all,replied my mother. One must not give him his death, however,interrupted my father. By no means, said my mother:and so the dialogue stood still again. I am resolved, however, quoth my father, breaking silence the fourth time, he shall have no pockets in them. There is no occasion for any, said my mother. I mean in his coat and waistcoat,cried my father. I mean so too,replied my mother. Though if he gets a gig or topPoor souls! it is a crown and a sceptre to them,they should have where to secure it. Order it as you please, Mr. Shandy, replied my mother. But dont you think it right? added my father, pressing the point home to her. Perfectly, said my mother, if it pleases you, Mr. Shandy. Theres for you! cried my father, losing his temperPleases me!You never will distinguish, Mrs. Shandy, nor shall I ever teach you to do it, betwixt a point of pleasure and a point of convenience.This was on the Sunday night:and further this chapter sayeth not. |
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