----I would be picquetted to death, cried the corporal, as he concluded _Susannah's_ story, before I would suffer the woman to come to any harm, --'twas my fault, an' please your honour, --not hers.
Corporal _Trim_, replied my uncle _Toby_, putting on his hat which lay upon the table, ----if anything can be said to be a fault, when the service absolutely requires it should be done, --'tis I certainly who deserve the blame, ----you obeyed your orders.

'I would be impaled on stakes,' cried the corporal, 'before I would allow the woman to come to any harm; 'twas my fault, your honour, not hers.'
'Corporal Trim,' replied my uncle Toby, ''tis I certainly who deserve the blame, - you obeyed your orders.'
