The corporal blush'd down to his fingers ends--a tear of sentimental bashfulness--another of gratitude to my uncle _Toby_--and a tear of sorrow for his brother's misfortunes, started into his eye, and ran sweetly down his cheek together; my uncle _Toby's_ kindled as one lamp does at another; and taking hold of the breast of _Trim's_ coat (which had been that of _Le Fever's_) as if to ease his lame leg, but in reality to gratify a finer feeling----he stood silent for a minute and a half; at the end of which he took his hand away, and the corporal making a bow, went on with his story of his brother and the _Jew's_ widow.
The corporal blushed down to his fingers' ends - a tear of gratitude and sorrow started into his eye, and ran sweetly down his cheek; my uncle Toby's tears kindled as one lamp does at another; and taking hold of Trim's coat, as if to ease his lame leg, he stood silent for a minute. Then he took his hand away, and the corporal, making a bow, went on with the story of his brother and the Jew's widow.