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My A..e, quoth my uncle Toby, is much better brother Shandy My father had formed great expectations from his Asse in this onset; and would have brought him on again; but doctor Slop setting up an intemperate laugh and my mother crying out L... bless us! it drove my father's Asse off the field and the laugh then becoming general there was no bringing him back to the charge, for some time
It has a great boulevard, very wide, very inviting, but the spotted boys, and fat girls, and bearded women, would have nothing to say to it they herded to Vienne. It has a vast terrace, planted with trees, where any amount of stalls might stand, but there were erected there only some very inconsiderable ranges of boot and shoe tables, and of old cutlery, and slop clothes.
There was something so humiliating about it that she couldn't stand it, but went back to slop shop sewing. Many mistresses have no standard of the amount of work a girl ought to do. They know nothing about housework themselves.
On his head was a hat with a low crown and broad brim, very much resembling that of an English waggoner; about his body was a long loose tunic or slop, seemingly of coarse ticken, open in front, so as to allow the interior garments to be occasionally seen; these appeared to consist of a jerkin and short velveteen pantaloons.
Even his reckless reference to a cab failed. "It's no good," she said, tartly. "We can't go about the grounds in a cab, and I'm not going to slop about in the wet to please anybody. We must go another time. It's hard luck, but there's worse things in life." Mr. Teak, wondering as to the operations of Mr. Chase, agreed dumbly.
If no one had gone short under her roof, neither had anyone gone idle if the tea was strong and the butter was thick and there was always prime bacon for breakfast on Sundays, so was there also a great clatter on the stairs at five o'clock each morning, a rattle of brooms and hiss and slop of scrubbing-brushes and the mistress with clogs on her feet and her father's coat over her gown, poking her head into the maids' room to see if they were up, hurrying the men over their snacks, shouting commands across the yard, into the barns or into the kitchen, and seemingly omnipresent to those slackers who paused to rest or chat or "put their feet up."
It was on the slop he had worn in the fight at the "Good Woman," and came only from the nose. But there had been a brutal murder in the neighbourhood, the public mind was excited, and Absalom was remanded for inquiries. It took a fortnight to prove his identity, and by then Madge was dead. Absalom went back to the railway and drank harder than ever.
"Fighting for your place, moving multitudes to do your will ... oh, lots of things!" Gilbert had read some of Henry's novel, and he now began to talk about it. "You turn on the Slop-tap too often," he said. "Quinny, my son, you're a clever little chap, but you're frightfully sloppy. I've read a lot more of your novel...." "Yes?" said Henry, nervously anxious to hear his criticism. "Slop!"
Some men would have dropped the subject of Stevinus; but my uncle Toby had no resentment in his heart, and he went on with the subject, to shew my father that he had none. Your sudden appearance, Dr. Slop, quoth my uncle, resuming the discourse, instantly brought Stevinus into my head. You might have spared your servant the trouble, quoth Dr.
Slop, in whose behalf the wish was made, his right of returning it; but perceiving, I say, that he was confounded, and continued looking with that perplexed vacuity of eye which puzzled souls generally stare with first in my uncle Toby's face then in his then up then down then east east and by east, and so on, coasting it along by the plinth of the wainscot till he had got to the opposite point of the compass, and that he had actually begun to count the brass nails upon the arm of his chair, my father thought there was no time to be lost with my uncle Toby, so took up the discourse as follows.
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