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There is nothing improper in it, said my father 'tis a mode of expression; for in saying thou would'st lay thy Montero-cap to a shilling all thou meanest is this that thou believest Now, What do'st thou believe? That widow Wadman, an' please your worship, cannot hold it out ten days And whence, cried Slop, jeeringly, hast thou all this knowledge of woman, friend?
Wadman threw herself into her arm-chair, and crossing her left knee with her right, which formed a resting-place for her elbow, she reclin'd her cheek upon the palm of her hand, and leaning forwards, ruminated till midnight upon both sides of the question.
He insisted upon getting up, for it was not "the likes of himself that was to lay there and have his honor workin' over him." But the doctor and the nabob pacified him, and left him, much improved, in the care of his wife. "How is he, Dr. Wadman?" asked the sympathizing Nellie, as they came down stairs together. "He is decidedly better," replied the physician. "Will he die?" "O, no; I think not.
Mrs. Wadman naturally looked down, upon a slit she had been darning up in her apron, in expectation every moment, that my uncle Toby would go on; but having no talents for amplification, and Love moreover of all others being a subject of which he was the least a master When he had told Mrs. Wadman once that he loved her, he let it alone, and left the matter to work after its own way.
You are quarrelling with me without knowing whether you have the slightest right to do so. Love is not gained by such dry arguments as yours. The poor duke on the contrary abandons himself to it like my Uncle Toby; with this difference, that I am not the Widow Wadman, though widow indeed of many illusions as to poetry at the present moment.
But while there are many faults of taste and morals, there are also genuine humor and pathos, and without Walter Shandy, Dr. Slop, the Widow Wadman, Yorick, Uncle Toby, and Corporal Trim, English literature would certainly be very much the poorer. His novel, Memoirs of a Magdalen , was translated into French.
I am terribly afraid, said widow Wadman, in case I should marry him, Bridget that the poor captain will not enjoy his health, with the monstrous wound upon his groin It may not, Madam, be so very large, replied Bridget, as you think and I believe, besides, added she that 'tis dried up I could like to know merely for his sake, said Mrs. Wadman
From all which it was plain that widow Wadman was in love with my uncle Toby. My uncle Toby's head at that time was full of other matters, so that it was not till the demolition of Dunkirk, when all the other civilities of Europe were settled, that he found leisure to return this.
My uncle Toby measured off thirty toises, with Mrs. Wadman's 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 being if not, 'twas her shade shook her head, and with a finger wavering across her eyes forbid her to explain the mistake. Unhappy Mrs. Wadman!
Tho' the shock my uncle Toby received the year after the demolition of Dunkirk, in his affair with widow Wadman, had fixed him in a resolution never more to think of the sex or of aught which belonged to it; yet corporal Trim had made no such bargain with himself.
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