Works, Volume 2

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Page 138 - Shall we for ever make new books, as apothecaries make new mixtures, by pouring only out of one vessel into another? Are we for ever to be twisting, and untwisting the same rope? for ever in the same track — for ever at the same pace?
Page 218 - But he knows me not,' said he, a second time musing. ' Possibly he may my story,' added he. ' Pray tell the captain, I was the ensign at Breda whose wife was most unfortunately killed with a musketshot as she lay in my arms in my tent.
Page 223 - The blood and spirits of Le Fever, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heart, — rallied back, — the film forsook his eyes for a moment, — he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face, — then cast a look upon his boy, and that ligament, fine as it was, — was never broken. Nature instantly ebb'd again, — the film returned to its place, the pulse fluttered stopp'd went on throbb'd stopp'd again moved stopp'd shall I go on ? No.
Page 222 - Toby, who had rose up an hour before his wonted time, entered the lieutenant's room, and without preface or apology, sat himself down upon the chair by the bedside, and, independently of all modes and customs, opened the curtain in the manner an old friend and...
Page 222 - The sun looked bright the morning after, to every eye in the village but Le Fever's and his afflicted son's; the hand of death pressed heavy upon his eye-lids,— and hardly could the wheel at the cistern turn round its circle,— when my uncle Toby, who had...
Page 215 - It was not till my uncle Toby had knocked the ashes out of his third pipe, that corporal Trim returned from the inn, and gave him the following account : I despaired at first...
Page 218 - ... lieutenant's room, which I did not do till the expiration of the ten minutes, he was lying in his bed with his head raised upon his hand, with his elbow upon the pillow, and a clean white cambric handkerchief beside it.
Page 151 - He is got from under the hands of his barber before he was bald — he is but risen from a feast before he was surfeited — from a banquet before he had got drunken.
Page 221 - The ACCUSING SPIRIT, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blush'd as he gave it in; — and the RECORDING ANGEL, as he wrote it down, dropp'da tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever.
Page 212 - If I could neither beg, borrow, or buy such a thing, — added the landlord, — I would almost steal it for the poor gentleman, he is so ill. 1 hope in God he will still mend, continued he, — we are all of us concerned for him. Thou art a good-natured soul, I will answer for thee, cried my uncle Toby; and thou shalt drink the poor gentleman's health in a glass of sack thyself, — and take a couple of bottles with my service, and tell him he is heartily welcome to them, and to a dozen more if...

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