nce, prelate, pope, or potentate, great or small upon earth, more
desirous in his heart of keeping straight with the world than I am--or
who takes more likely means for it. I never give above half a guinea--or
walk with boots--or cheapen tooth-picks--or lay out a shilling upon a
band-box the year round; and for the six months I'm in the country, I'm
upon so small a scale, that with all the good temper in the world, I
outdo Rousseau, a bar length--for I keep neither man or boy, or horse,
or cow, or dog, or cat, or any thing that can eat or drink, except a
thin poor piece of a Vestal (to keep my fire in), and who has generally
as bad an appetite as myself--but if you think this makes a philosopher
of me--I would not, my good people! give a rush for your judgments.

True philosophy--but there is no treating the subject whilst my uncle is
whistling Lillabullero.

--Let us go into the house.

Chapter 4.LXXVII.

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Chapter 4.LXXVIII.

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Chapter 4.LXXIX.

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--You shall see the very place, Madam; said my uncle Toby.

Mrs. Wadman blush'd--look'd towards the door--turn'd pale--blush'd
slightly again--recover'd her natural colour--blush'd worse than ever;
which, for the sake of the unlearned reader, I translate thus--

'L..d! I cannot look at it--

'What would the world say if I look'd at it?

'I should drop down, if I look'd at it--

'I wish I could look at it--

'There can be no sin in looking at it.

--'I will look at it.'

Whilst all this was running through Mrs. Wadman's imagination, my uncle
Toby had risen from the sopha, and got to the other side of the parlour
door, to give Trim an order about it in the passage--

...--I believe it is in the garret, said my uncle Toby--I saw it there,
an' please your honour, this morning, answered Trim--Then prithee,
step directly for it, Trim, said my uncle Toby, and bring it into the
parlour.

The corporal did not approve of the orders, but most cheerfully obeyed
them. The first was not an act of his will--the second was; so he put
on his Montero-cap, and went as fast as his lame knee would let him. My
uncle Toby returned into the parlour, and sat himself down again upon
the sopha.

--You shall lay your finger upon the place--said my uncle Toby.--I will
not touch it, however, quoth Mrs. Wadman to herself.

This requires a second translation:--it shews what little knowledge is
got by mere words--we m