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Wadman had nothing more to do, when she had got advanced to the door of the sentry-box, but to extend her right hand; and edging in her left foot at the same movement, to take hold of the map or plan, or upright, or whatever it was, and with out-stretched neck meeting it half way, to advance it towards her; on which my uncle Toby's passions were sure to catch fire for he would instantly take hold of the other corner of the map in his left hand, and with the end of his pipe in the other, begin an explanation.
I don't think the comparison a bad one: However, as 'tis made and placed at the head of the chapter, as much for use as ornament, all I desire in return, is, that whenever I speak of Mrs. I protest, Madam, said my uncle Toby, I can see nothing whatever in your eye. It is not in the white; said Mrs. Wadman: my uncle Toby look'd with might and main into the pupil
Wadman was put to bed, and had got her legs stretched down to the bottom of it, of which she always gave Bridget notice Bridget, with all suitable decorum, having first open'd the bed-clothes at the feet, took hold of the half-ell of cloth we are speaking of, and having gently, and with both her hands, drawn it downwards to its furthest extension, and then contracted it again side-long by four or five even plaits, she took a large corking-pin out of her sleeve, and with the point directed towards her, pinn'd the plaits all fast together a little above the hem; which done, she tuck'd all in tight at the feet, and wish'd her mistress a good night.
Bridget stood perdue within, with her finger and her thumb upon the latch, benumb'd with expectation; and Mrs. Wadman, with an eye ready to be deflowered again, sat breathless behind the window-curtain of her bed-chamber, watching their approach. Trim! said my uncle Toby but as he articulated the word, the minute expired, and Trim let fall the rapper.
As for children said Mrs. Wadman though a principal end perhaps of the institution, and the natural wish, I suppose, of every parent yet do not we all find, they are certain sorrows, and very uncertain comforts? and what is there, dear sir, to pay one for the heart-achs what compensation for the many tender and disquieting apprehensions of a suffering and defenceless mother who brings them into life?
Wadman had but just time to get from behind the curtain lay a Bible upon the table, and advance a step or two towards the door to receive him. My uncle Toby saluted Mrs.
Wadman would have enquired into every circumstance relating to it a hundred times She would have enquired, an' please your honour, ten times as often about your honour's groin The pain, Trim, is equally excruciating, and Compassion has as much to do with the one as the other
Wadman, holding up her cambrick handkerchief to her left eye, as she approach'd the door of my uncle Toby's sentry-box a mote or sand or something I know not what, has got into this eye of mine do look into it it is not in the white In saying which, Mrs.
My uncle Toby laid down his pipe as gently upon the fender, as if it had been spun from the unravellings of a spider's web Let us go to my brother Shandy's, said he. There will be just time, whilst my uncle Toby and Trim are walking to my father's, to inform you that Mrs. Wadman had, some moons before this, made a confident of my mother; and that Mrs.
Now, it is not till the eighth volume that the Widow Wadman begins to weave her spells around Captain Shandy's ingenuous heart; while the seventh volume is mainly composed of that series of travel-pictures in which Sterne has manifestly recorded his own impressions of Northern France in the person of the youthful Tristram.
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