From _Grantham_, till they had cross'd the _Trent_, my father was out of all kind of patience at the vile trick and imposition which he fancied my mother had put upon him in this affair-- "Certainly," he would say to himself, over and over again, "the woman could not be deceived herself----if she could, ----what weakness!" 
From Grantham till they had crossed the Trent, my father was out of patience at the vile trick which he fancied my mother had played him.
'Certainly,' he said to himself, over and over again, 'the woman could not be deceived. If she could, what weakness!'
