----This unfortunate draw-bridge of yours, quoth my father ----God bless your honour, cried _Trim_, 'tis a bridge for master's nose. ----In bringing him into the world with his vile instruments, he has crushed his nose, _Susannah_ says, as flat as a pancake to his face, and he is making a false bridge with a piece of cotton and a thin piece of whalebone out of _Susannah's_ stays, to raise it up.
----Lead me, brother _Toby_, cried my father, to my room this instant.
'This unfortunate draw-bridge of yours-' began my father.
'God bless your honour,' cried Trim, ''tis a bridge for the baby's nose. In bringing him into the world with his vile instruments, he has crushed his nose, Susannah says, as flat as a pancake, and he is making a bridge with cotton and a thin piece of whalebone out of Susannah's corset, to raise it up.'
'Lead me, brother Toby,' cried my father, 'to my room this instant.'
Book 3 - Chapter 27