As soon as the corporal had finished the story of his amour--or rather my uncle _Toby_ for him --Mrs. _Wadman_ silently sallied forth from her arbour, replaced the pin in her mob, pass'd the wicker-gate, and advanced slowly towards my uncle _Toby's_ sentry-box: the disposition which _Trim_ had made in my uncle _Toby's_ mind, was too favourable a crisis to be let slipp'd----

As soon as the corporal had finished the story of his amour, Mrs. Wadman silently sallied forth from her arbour, passed the wicker-gate, and advanced towards my uncle Toby's sentry-box. The effect which Trim had made in my uncle's mind was too favourable a crisis to let slip.
