When Dr. _Slop_ entered the back parlour, where my father and my uncle _Toby_ were discoursing upon the nature of women, ----it was hard to determine whether Dr. _Slop's_ figure, or Dr. _Slop's_ presence, occasioned more surprize to them; for as the accident happened so near the house, as not to make it worth while for _Obadiah_ to remount him, ----Obadiah had led him in as he was, _unwiped_, _unappointed_, _unannealed_, with all his stains and blotches on him. --He stood like _Hamlet's_ ghost, motionless and speechless, for a full minute and a half at the parlour-door (_Obadiah_ still holding his hand) with all the majesty of mud. His hinder parts, upon which he had received his fall, totally besmeared, ----and in every other part of him, blotched over in such a manner with _Obadiah's_ explosion, that you would have sworn (without mental reservation) that every grain of it had taken effect.

When Dr. Slop entered the back parlour, where my father and my uncle Toby were discussing the nature of women, it was hard to say whether Dr. Slop's appearance, or his presence, surprised them more; for Obadiah had led him in as he was, unwiped, with all his stains and blotches on him.
He stood like Hamlet's ghost, motionless and speechless, for a full minute and a half at the parlour-door in all the majesty of mud. His hinder parts, upon which he had fallen, were totally besmeared, and every other part so blotched with Obadiah's explosion, that you would have sworn that every grain of it had taken effect.
