Whilst my father was writing his letter of instructions, my uncle _Toby_ and the corporal were busy in preparing everything for the attack. As the turning of the thin scarlet breeches was laid aside (at least for the present), there was nothing which should put it off beyond the next morning; so accordingly it was resolved upon, for eleven o'clock.
Come, my dear, said my father to my mother--'twill be but like a brother and sister, if you and I take a walk down to my brother _Toby's_----to countenance him in this attack of his.
My uncle _Toby_ and the corporal had been accoutred both some time, when my father and mother enter'd, and the clock striking eleven, were that moment in motion to sally forth--but the account of this is worth more than to be wove into the fag end of the eighth[8.7] volume of such a work as this. ----My father had no time but to put the letter of instructions into my uncle _Toby's_ coat-pocket----and join with my mother in wishing his attack prosperous.
I could like, said my mother, to look through the key-hole out of curiosity ----Call it by its right name, my dear, quoth my father--
_And look through the key-hole_ as long as you will.
[Footnote 8.7: Alluding to the first edition.]
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Whilst my father was writing his letter of instructions, my uncle Toby and the corporal were busy preparing for the attack. As the turning of the thin scarlet breeches was laid aside, there was no reason to put it off beyond the next morning; so accordingly it was resolved upon for eleven o'clock.
'Come, my dear,' said my father to my mother - ''twill be a brotherly act to walk down to my brother Toby's, to support him in this attack of his.'
When my father and mother entered, my uncle Toby and the corporal were about to sally forth - but the account is worth more than to be wove into the fag end of the eighth volume of such a work as this.
- My father had just time to put the letter of instructions into my uncle Toby's coat-pocket - and join with my mother in wishing his attack prosperous.
'I could like,' said my mother, 'to look through the key-hole out of curiosity.'
'Call it by its right name, my dear,' quoth my father - 'and look through the key-hole as long as you like.'
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