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In vain! for by all the powers which animate the organ Widow Wadman's left eye shines this moment as lucid as her right there is neither mote, or sand, or dust, or chaff, or speck, or particle of opake matter floating in it There is nothing, my dear paternal uncle! but one lambent delicious fire, furtively shooting out from every part of it, in all directions, into thine
Wadman's premises! cried my father, stepping back I suppose not: quoth my mother. I wish, said my father, raising his voice, the whole science of fortification at the devil, with all its trumpery of saps, mines, blinds, gabions, fausse-brays and cuvetts They are foolish things said my mother.
When my uncle Toby and the corporal had marched down to the bottom of the avenue, they recollected their business lay the other way; so they faced about and marched up straight to Mrs. Wadman's door.
Wadman's attack of my uncle Toby in his sentry-box, By Plan Now the plan hanging up in it at this juncture, being the Plan of Dunkirk and the tale of Dunkirk a tale of relaxation, it opposed every impression she could make: and besides, could she have gone upon it the manoeuvre of fingers and hands in the attack of the sentry-box, was so outdone by that of the fair Beguine's, in Trim's story that just then, that particular attack, however successful before became the most heartless attack that could be made
Wadman's; for the opposite side of the margin, which I suppose to have been my uncle Toby's, is absolutely clean: This seems an authenticated record of one of these attacks; for there are vestigia of the two punctures partly grown up, but still visible on the opposite corner of the map, which are unquestionably the very holes, through which it has been pricked up in the sentry-box
Wadman's house, when my father came to it, he gave a look across; and seeing my uncle Toby and the corporal within ten paces of the door, he turn'd about 'Let us just stop a moment, quoth my father, and see with what ceremonies my brother Toby and his man Trim make their first entry it will not detain us, added my father, a single minute: No matter, if it be ten minutes, quoth my mother.
Wadman's garden, but planted in the hedge-row of my uncle Toby's, put all the occasions into her hands which Love-militancy wanted; she could observe my uncle Toby's motions, and was mistress likewise of his councils of war; and as his unsuspecting heart had given leave to the corporal, through the mediation of Bridget, to make her a wicker-gate of communication to enlarge her walks, it enabled her to carry on her approaches to the very door of the sentry-box; and sometimes out of gratitude, to make an attack, and endeavour to blow my uncle Toby up in the very sentry-box itself.
The cart before the horse, replied my father And what is he to do there? cried my uncle Toby. Nothing, quoth my father, but to get in or let it alone. Now widow Wadman, as I told you before, would do neither the one or the other. She stood however ready harnessed and caparisoned at all points, to watch accidents. Wadman's; this, with the advantage of a thickset arbour in Mrs.
Not that they are, properly speaking, Mrs. Wadman's premises, said my father, partly correcting himself because she is but tenant for life That makes a great difference said my mother In a fool's head, replied my father Unless she should happen to have a child said my mother But she must persuade my brother Toby first to get her one To be sure, Mr. Shandy, quoth my mother.
Wadman's door, they both faced about and march'd down the avenue diametrically opposite to his expectation he broke out at once with that little subacid soreness of humour, which, in certain situations, distinguished his character from that of all other men. 'Now what can their two noddles be about? cried my father...&c.... I dare say, said my mother, they are making fortifications Not on Mrs.
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