XXVII + 

вЄЇвБ†This unfortunate drawbridge of yours, quoth my fatherвБ†вЄЇвБ†God bless your honour, cried Trim, вАЩtis a bridge for masterвАЩs nose.вБ†вЄЇвБ†In bringing him into the world with his vile instruments, he has crushed his nose, Susannah says, as flat as a pancake to his face, and he is making a false bridge with a piece of cotton and a thin piece of whalebone out of SusannahвАЩs stays, to raise it up. + 

вЄЇвБ†Lead me, brother Toby, cried my father, to my room this instant. + 