----Lend me your penknife ----I must e'en cut the knots at last----pugh! ----psha! --Lord! I have cut my thumb quite across to the very bone----curse the fellow--if there was not another man-midwife within fifty miles ----I am undone for this bout --I wish the scoundrel hang'd --I wish he was shot ----I wish all the devils in hell had him for a blockhead!------
My father had a great respect for _Obadiah_, and could not bear to hear him disposed of in such a manner--he had moreover some little respect for himself--and could as ill bear with the indignity offered to himself in it.
Had Dr. _Slop_ cut any part about him, but his thumb----my father had pass'd it by--his prudence had triumphed: as it was, he was determined to have his revenge.

- 'Lend me your penknife - I must cut them - psha! Lord! I have cut my thumb to the bone - curse the fellow - I wish the scoundrel hanged - or shot - I wish all the devils in hell had him for a blockhead!'
My father had a great respect for Obadiah, and could not bear to hear him abused in such a manner; to say nothing of the indignity it offered to himself.
He was determined to have revenge.
