[Here Corporal _Trim_ and my uncle _Toby_ exchanged looks with each other. --Aye, aye, _Trim!_ quoth my uncle _Toby_, shaking his head, ------these are but sorry fortifications, _Trim_. ------O! very poor work, answered _Trim_, to what your Honour and I make of it. ----The character of this last man, said Dr. _Slop_, interrupting _Trim_, is more detestable than all the rest; and seems to have been taken from some pettifogging Lawyer amongst you: --Amongst us, a man's conscience could not possibly continue so long _blinded_, ----three times in a year, at least, he must go to confession. Will that restore it to sight? quoth my uncle _Toby_. ----Go on, _Trim_, quoth my father, or _Obadiah_ will have got back before thou hast got to the end of thy sermon. ----'Tis a very short one, replied _Trim_. ----I wish it was longer, quoth my uncle _Toby_, for I like it hugely. 
[Here Corporal Trim and my uncle Toby exchanged looks.
'Aye, aye, Trim!' quoth my uncle Toby, shaking his head, 'these are sorry fortifications.'
'O! very poor work,' answered Trim.
'The character of this last man,' said Dr. Slop, 'is more detestable than all the rest; and seems to have been taken from some pettifogging Lawyer. Amongst us, a man's conscience could not possibly continue so long blinded: three times a year, at least, he must go to confession.'
'Will that restore it to sight?' asked my uncle Toby.
'Go on, Trim,' quoth my father, 'or Obadiah will have got back before thou hast finished thy sermon.'
''Tis a very short one,' replied Trim.
'I wish it was longer,' quoth my uncle Toby, 'for I like it hugely.'
