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Chapter 47 As soon as the corporal had finished the story of his amouror rather my uncle Toby for himMrs. Wadman silently sallied forth from her arbour, replaced the pin in her mob, passd the wicker gate, and advanced slowly towards my uncle Tobys sentry-box: the disposition which Trim had made in my uncle Tobys mind, was too favourable a crisis to be let slippd The attack was determind upon: it was facilitated still more by my uncle Tobys having ordered the corporal to wheel off the pioneers shovel, the spade, the pick-axe, the picquets, and other military stores which lay scatterd upon the ground where Dunkirk stoodThe corporal had marchd the field was clear. Now, consider, sir, what nonsense it is, either in fighting, or writing, or any thing else (whether in rhyme to it, or not) which a man has occasion to doto act by plan: for if ever Plan, independent of all circumstances, deserved registering in letters of gold (I mean in the archives of Gotham)- -it was certainly the Plan of Mrs. Wadmans attack of my uncle Toby in his sentry-box, By PlanNow the plan hanging up in it at this juncture, being the Plan of Dunkirkand the tale of Dunkirk a tale of relaxation, it opposed every impression she could make: and besides, could she have gone upon itthe manoeuvre of fingers and hands in the attack of the sentry- boxwas so outdone by that of the fair Beguines, in Trims storythat just then, that particular attack, however successful beforebecame the most heartless attack that could be made O! let woman alone for this. Mrs. Wadman had scarce opend the wicker- gate, when her genius sported with the change of circumstances. She formed a new attack in a moment. |
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