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wishd me rest, and promised to be with me early in the morning.She wishd me, an please your honour, what was not to be had. My fever ran very high that nighther figure made sad disturbance within meI was every moment cutting the world in twoto give her half of itand every moment was I crying, That I had nothing but a knapsack and eighteen florins to share with herThe whole night long was the fair Beguine, like an angel, close by my bed-side, holding back my curtain and offering me cordialsand I was only awakened from my dream by her coming there at the hour promised, and giving them in reality. In truth, she was scarce ever from me; and so accustomed was I to receive life from her hands, that my heart sickened, and I lost colour when she left the room: and yet, continued the corporal (making one of the strangest reflections upon it in the world) It was not lovefor during the three weeks she was almost constantly with me, fomenting my knee with her hand, night and dayI can honestly say, an please your honourthat. . .once. That was very odd, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby. I think so toosaid Mrs. Wadman. It never did, said the corporal. |
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