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Slop's sudden coming, and a discourse upon fortification; yet I fear'd it. Talk of what we will, brother, or let the occasion be never so foreign or unfit for the subject, you are sure to bring it in. I would not, brother Toby, continued my father, I declare I would not have my head so full of curtins and horn-works. That I dare say you would not, quoth Dr.
Slop's figure, which if you have read Hogarth's analysis of beauty, and if you have not, I wish you would; you must know, may as certainly be caricatured, and conveyed to the mind by three strokes as three hundred. Imagine such a one, for such, I say, were the outlines of Dr.
Slop's figure, coming slowly along, foot by foot, waddling thro' the dirt upon the vertebrae of a little diminutive pony, of a pretty colour but of strength, alack! scarce able to have made an amble of it, under such a fardel, had the roads been in an ambling condition. They were not.
Slop's maid delivered the green baize bag with her master's instruments in it, to Obadiah, she very sensibly exhorted him to put his head and one arm through the strings, and ride with it slung across his body: so undoing the bow-knot, to lengthen the strings for him, without any more ado, she helped him on with it.
There is no need of that, replied Susannah, you had better look at my mistress but the midwife would gladly first give you an account how things are, so desires you would go up stairs and speak to her this moment. Human nature is the same in all professions. The midwife had just before been put over Dr. Slop's head He had not digested it. No, replied Dr.
Slop's mind, without sail or ballast to it, as a simple proposition; millions of which, as your worship knows, are every day swimming quietly in the middle of the thin juice of a man's understanding, without being carried backwards or forwards, till some little gusts of passion or interest drive them to one side.
Then, answered my father, 'Tis much at your service, Dr. Slop's hands. Dr. Slop wrapt his thumb up in the corner of his handkerchief, and with a wry face, though without any suspicion, read aloud, as follows my uncle Toby whistling Lillabullero as loud as he could all the time. Textus de Ecclesia Roffensi, per Ernulfum Episcopum. Excommunicatio.
A few children! cried my father, rising out of his chair, and looking full in my mother's face, as he forced his way betwixt her's and doctor Slop's a few children! cried my father, repeating my uncle Toby's words as he walk'd to and fro
Slop's presence at that time, was no less problematical than the mode of it; tho' it is certain, one moment's reflexion in my father might have solved it; for he had apprized Dr.
For my own part, I am eternally paying him compliments of this kind, and do all that lies in my power to keep his imagination as busy as my own. 'Tis his turn now; I have given an ample description of Dr. Slop's sad overthrow, and of his sad appearance in the back-parlour; his imagination must now go on with it for a while. Let the reader imagine then, that Dr.
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