Chapter 74

The seventy-fourth chapter is come at last; and brings nothing with it but a sad signature of ’How our pleasures slip from under us in this world!’

For in talking of my digression—I declare before heaven I have made it! What a strange creature is mortal man! said she.

’Tis very true, said I—but ’twere better to get all these things out of our heads, and return to my uncle Toby.