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!" --tormenting word! --which led his imagination a thorny dance, and, before all was over, play'd the duce and all with him; ----for sure as ever the word _weakness_ was uttered, and struck full upon his brain--so sure it set him upon running divisions upon how many kinds of weaknesses there were; ----that there was such a thing as weakness of the body, ----as well as weakness of the mind, --and then he would do nothing but syllogize within himself for a stage or two together, How far the cause of all these vexations might, or might not, have arisen out of himself.

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!'
- Tormenting word! which led his imagination a thorny dance, and played the deuce with him; for as soon as the word weakness was uttered, it set him upon counting how many kinds of weaknesses there were, of body and mind; and then he would brood for a stage or two together, how far the cause of these vexations might have arisen out of himself.
