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Page 213 - Then, said he, I served three campaigns with him in Flanders, and remember him ; but 'tis most likely, as I had not the honour of any acquaintance with him, that he knows nothing of me. You will tell him, however, that the person his good-nature has laid under obligations to him is one Le Fevre, a Lieutenant in Angus's; — but he knows me not, said he, a second time, musing; possibly he may my story, added he.
Page 218 - 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 ebbed again, — the film returned to its place, — the pulse fluttered — stopped — went on — throbbed — stopped again — moved...
Page 207 - ... replied the landlord, of about eleven or twelve years of age ; but the poor creature has tasted almost as little as his father :' he does nothing but mourn and lament for him night and day. He has not stirred from the bed-side these two days.
Page 211 - I warrant you, my dear, said I, as I opened the kitchen door, your father will be well again. Mr. Yorick's curate was smoking a pipe by the kitchen fire, but said not a word, good or bad, to comfort the youth. I thought it wrong, added the Corporal.
Page 216 - Thou art an excellent nurse thyself, Trim,— and what with thy care of him, and the old woman's, and his boy's, and mine together, we might recruit him again at once, and set him upon his legs. In a fortnight or three weeks, added my uncle Toby, smiling, he might march. He will never march; an...
Page 49 - IS it not a shame to make two chapters of what passed in going down one pair of stairs? for we are got no farther yet than to the first landing, and there are fifteen more steps down to the bottom; and for aught I know, as my father and my uncle...
Page 134 - tis terrible no way — for consider, brother Toby, — when we are — death is not; — and when death is — we are not.
Page 207 - My uncle Toby laid down his knife and fork, and thrust his plate from before him, as the landlord gave him the account; and Trim, without being ordered, took away without saying one word, and in a few minutes after brought him his pipe and tobacco. Stay in the room a little, said my uncle Toby.