My uncle _Toby_ and the corporal had been accoutred both some time, when my father and mother enter'd, and the clock striking eleven, were that moment in motion to sally forth--but the account of this is worth more than to be wove into the fag end of the eighth[8.7] volume of such a work as this. 
When my father and mother entered, my uncle Toby and the corporal were about to sally forth - but the account is worth more than to be wove into the fag end of the eighth volume of such a work as this.
