--Upon my honour, Sir, you have tore every bit of skin quite off the back of both my hands with your forceps, cried my uncle _Toby_--and you have crush'd all my knuckles into the bargain with them to a jelly. 
'Upon my honour, Sir, you have tore every bit of skin off the back of my hands with your forceps,' cried my uncle Toby, 'and you have crushed my knuckles to a jelly into the bargain.'
