The Works of Laurence Sterne: Tristram Shandy

Jenson Society, 1906

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˹ xliii - At the usual evening hour the chapel bell began to toll, and Thomas Newcome's hands outside the bed feebly beat time. And just as the last bell struck a peculiar sweet smile shone over his face, and he lifted up his head a little, and quickly said, 'Adsum!
˹ 134 - Your honour knows, said the corporal, I had no orders. True, quoth my uncle Toby, thou didst very right, Trim, as a soldier ; but certainly very wrong as a man. In the second place, for which, indeed, thou hast the same excuse...
˹ 118 - I am persuaded, said my uncle Toby, as the landlord shut the door, he is a very compassionate fellow, Trim, yet I cannot help entertaining a high opinion of his guest too. There must be something more than common in him, that, in so short a time, should win so much upon the affections of his host: And of his whole family, added the Corporal, for they are all concerned for him.
˹ 26 - The descent of the hat was as if a heavy lump of clay had been kneaded into the crown of it. Nothing could have expressed the sentiment of mortality, of which it was the type and forerunner, like it ; his hand seemed to vanish from under it ; it fell dead; the Corporal's eye fixed upon it as upon a corpse ; and Susannah burst into a flood of tears.
˹ 134 - A sick brother officer should have the best quarters, Trim, and if we had him with us, we could tend and look to him: 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...
˹ 134 - Fevre as sickness and travelling are both expensive, and thou knowest he was but a poor Lieutenant, with a son to subsist as well as himself out of his pay that thou didst not make an offer to him of my purse ; because, had he stood in need, thou knowest, Trim, he had been as welcome to it as myself.
˹ 131 - I wish," said my Uncle Toby, with a deep sigh, " I wish, Trim, I was asleep." "Your honour," replied the corporal, "is too much concerned; shall I pour your honour out a glass of sack to your pipe ? " " Do, Trim,
˹ 134 - An' please your honour," said the corporal, "he will never march but to his grave." "He shall march," cried my uncle Toby, marching the foot which had a shoe on, though without advancing an inch " he shall march to his regiment." " He cannot stand it," said the corporal. " He shall be supported,
˹ 123 - ... twill be enough to give your honour your death, and bring on your honour's torment in your groin. I fear so, replied my uncle Toby ; but I am not at rest in my mind, Trim, since the account the landlord has given me. I wish I had not known so much of this affair, added my uncle Toby, or that I had known more of it: How shall we manage it?
˹ 134 - He shall not drop," said my uncle Toby, firmly. " A-well-o'-day, do what we can for him," said Trim, maintaining his point, " the poor soul will die." " He shall not die, by G !" cried my uncle Toby. The Accusing Spirit, which flew up to Heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in ; and the Recording Angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever.