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Chapter 88 It was like the momentary contest in the moist eye-lids of an April morning, Whether Bridget should laugh or cry. She snatchd up a rolling-pintwas ten to one, she had laughd She laid it downshe cried; and had one single tear of em but tasted of bitterness, full sorrowful would the corporals heart have been that he had used the argument; but the corporal understood the sex, a quart major to a terce at least, better than my uncle Toby, and accordingly he assailed Mrs. Bridget after this manner. I know, Mrs. Bridget, said the corporal, giving her a most respectful kiss, that thou art good and modest by nature, and art withal so generous a girl in thyself, that, if I know thee rightly, thou wouldst not wound an insect, much less the honour of so gallant and worthy a soul as my master, wast thou sure to be made a countess ofbut thou hast been set on, and deluded, dear Bridget, as is often a womans case, to please others more than themselves Bridgets eyes poured down at the sensations the corporal excited. Tell metell me, then, my dear Bridget, continued the corporal, taking hold of her hand, which hung down dead by her side,and giving a second kisswhose suspicion has misled thee? Bridget sobbd a sob or twothen opend her eyesthe corporal wiped em with the bottom of her apronshe then opend her heart and told him all. |
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