My uncle _Toby_ blamed nothing but the taylor who cut the pocket-hole; ----so sitting still till my father had got his handkerchief out of it, and looking all the time up in his face with inexpressible good-will----my father, at length, went on as follows.
My uncle Toby blamed no one but the tailor who cut the pocket; so sitting still while my father got his handkerchief out, he looked at him with inexpressible good-will - until my father went on as follows.