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Page 179 - The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, 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 ; — stopped ; — went on,— throbbed, — stopped again; —...
Page 179 - Fevre, said my uncle Toby, to my house, and we'll send for a doctor to see what's the matter : and we'll have an apothecary, and the corporal shall be your nurse, and I'll be your servant, Le Fevre.
Page 50 - WRITING, when properly managed (as you may be sure I think mine is), is but a different name for conversation. As no one, who knows what he is about, in good company would venture to talk all; so no author, who understands the just boundaries of decorum and good-breeding, would presume to think all.
Page 150 - There is no terror, brother Toby, in its looks, but what it borrows from groans and convulsions — and the blowing of noses and the wiping away of tears with the bottoms of curtains, in a dying man's room.
Page 78 - May the holy and eternal Virgin Mary, mother of God, curse him. May St. Michael, the advocate of holy souls, curse him. May all the angels and archangels, principalities and powers, and all the heavenly armies, curse him.' [Our armies swore terribly in Flanders, cried my uncle Toby,— -but nothing to this.
Page 28 - How many Caesars and Pompeys, he would say, by mere inspiration of the names, have been rendered worthy of them ! And how many, he would add, are there, who might have done exceeding well in the world had not their characters and spirits been totally depressed and Nicodemus'd into nothing!
Page v - ... a little smart man, active to the last degree in all exercises, most patient of fatigue and disappointments, of which it pleased God to give him full measure. He was, in his temper, somewhat rapid and hasty, but of a kindly sweet disposition, void of all design ; and so innocent in his own intentions, that he suspected no one; so that you might have cheated him ten times in a day, if nine had not been sufficient for your purpose.
Page 79 - May he be cursed in his reins, and in his groin," [God in heaven forbid ! quoth my uncle Toby] "in his thighs, in his genitals" [My father shook his head] "and in his hips, and in his knees, his legs, and feet, and toe-nails ! *'May he be cursed in all the joints and articulations of his members, from the top of his head to the sole of his foot! May there be no soundness in him ! "May the Son of the living God, with all the glory of his majesty...