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red plush breeches, expecting naturally, as the shortest reply to it, that my uncle Toby would lay his fore-finger upon the placeIt fell out otherwisefor my uncle Toby having got his wound before the gate of St. Nicolas, in one of the traverses of the trench opposite to the salient angle of the demibastion of St. Roch; he could at any time stick a pin upon the identical spot of ground where he was standing when the stone struck him: this struck instantly upon my uncle Tobys sensoriumand with it, struck his large map of the town and citadel of Namur and its environs, which he had purchased and pasted down upon a board, by the corporals aid, during his long illnessit had lain with other military lumber in the garret ever since, and accordingly the corporal was detached to the garret to fetch it. My uncle Toby measured off thirty toises, with Mrs. Wadmans scissars, from the returning angle before the gate of St. Nicolas; and with such a virgin modesty laid her finger upon the place, that the goddess of Decency, if then in beingif not, twas her shadeshook her head, and with a finger wavering across her eyesforbid her to explain the mistake. Unhappy Mrs. Wadman! For nothing can make this chapter go off with spirit but an apostrophe to theebut my heart tells me, that in such a crisis an apostrophe is but an insult in disguise, and ere I would offer one to a woman in distresslet the chapter go to the devil; provided any damnd critic in keeping will be but at the trouble to take it with him. |
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