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вЄїTo us, Jonathan, who know not what want or care isвБ†вАФwho live here in the service of two of the best of mastersвБ†вАФ(bating in my own case his majesty King William the Third, whom I had the honour to serve both in Ireland and Flanders)вБ†вАФI own it, that from Whitsontide to within three weeks of Christmas,вБ†вАФвАЩtis not longвБ†вАФвАЩtis like nothing;вБ†вАФbut to those, Jonathan, who know what death is, and what havock and destruction he can make, before a man can well wheel aboutвБ†вАФвАЩtis like a whole age.вБ†вАФO Jonathan! вАЩtwould make a good-natured manвАЩs heart bleed, to consider, continued the corporal (standing perpendicularly), how low many a brave and upright fellow has been laid since that time!вБ†вАФAnd trust me, Susy, added the corporal, turning to Susannah, whose eyes were swimming in water,вБ†вАФbefore that time comes round again,вБ†вАФmany a bright eye will be dim.вБ†вАФSusannah placed it to the right side of the pageвБ†вАФshe weptвБ†вАФbut she courtвАЩsied too.вБ†вАФAre we not, continued Trim, looking still at SusannahвБ†вАФare we not like a flower of the fieldвБ†вАФa tear of pride stole in betwixt every two tears of humiliationвБ†вАФelse no tongue could have described SusannahвАЩs afflictionвБ†вАФis not all flesh grass?вБ†вАФвАЩTis clay,вБ†вАФвАЩtis dirt.вБ†вАФThey all looked directly at the scullion,вБ†вАФthe scullion had just been scouring a fish-kettle.вБ†вАФIt was not fair.вБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

вАФWhat is the finest face that ever man looked at!вБ†вАФI could hear Trim talk so forever, cried Susannah,вБ†вАФwhat is it! (Susannah laid her hand upon TrimвАЩs shoulder)вБ†вАФbut corruption?вБ†вЄЇвБ†Susannah took it off. + 

Now I love you for thisвБ†вАФand вАЩtis this delicious mixture within you which makes you dear creatures what you areвБ†вАФand he who hates you for itвБ†вЄїall I can say of the matter isвБ†вАФThat he has either a pumpkin for his headвБ†вАФor a pippin for his heart,вБ†вАФand whenever he is dissected вАЩtwill be found so. + 