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Chapter 87 And here is the Maesand this is the Sambre; said the corporal, pointing with his right hand extended a little towards the map, and his left upon Mrs. Bridgets shoulderbut not the shoulder next himand this, said he, is the town of Namurand this the citadeland there lay the Frenchand here lay his honour and myselfand in this cursed trench, Mrs. Bridget, quoth the corporal, taking her by the hand, did he receive the wound which crushd him so miserably here.In pronouncing which, he slightly pressd the back of her hand towards the part he felt forand let it fall. We thought, Mr. Trim, it had been more in the middle,said Mrs. Bridget That would have undone us for eversaid the corporal. And left my poor mistress undone too, said Bridget. The corporal made no reply to the repartee, but by giving Mrs. Bridget a kiss. Comecomesaid Bridgetholding the palm of her left hand parallel to the plane of the horizon, and sliding the fingers of the other over it, in a way which could not have been done, had there been the least wart or protruberanceTis every syllable of it false, cried the corporal, before she had half finished the sentence I know it to be fact, said Bridget, from credible witnesses. Upon my honour, said the corporal, laying his hand upon his heart, and blushing, as he spoke, with honest resentmenttis a story, Mrs. Bridget, as false as hellNot, said Bridget, interrupting him, that either I or my mistress care a halfpenny about it, whether tis so or noonly that when one is married, one would chuse to have such a thing by one at least It was somewhat unfortunate for Mrs. Bridget, that she had begun the attack with her manual exercise; for the corporal instantly. . .. |
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