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Mrs.¬†Bridget had pawnвАЩd all the little stock of honour a poor chambermaid was worth in the world, that she would get to the bottom of the affair in ten days; and it was built upon one of the most concessible postulata in nature: namely, that whilst my uncle Toby was making love to her mistress, the corporal could find nothing better to do, than make love to herвБ†вЄЇвАЬAnd IвАЩll let him as much as he will, said Bridget, to get it out of him.вАЭ + 

Friendship has two garments; an outer and an under one. Bridget was serving her mistressвАЩs interests in the oneвБ†вАФand doing the thing which most pleased herself in the other; so had as many stakes depending upon my uncle TobyвАЩs wound, as the Devil himselfвБ†вЄЇвБ†Mrs.¬†Wadman had but oneвБ†вАФand as it possibly might be her last (without discouraging Mrs.¬†Bridget, or discrediting her talents) was determined to play her cards herself. + 

She wanted not encouragement: a child might have lookвАЩd into his handвБ†вЄЇвБ†there was such a plainness and simplicity in his playing out what trumps he hadвБ†вЄЇвБ†with such an unmistrusting ignorance of the ten-aceвБ†вЄЇвБ†and so naked and defenceless did he sit upon the same sofa with widow Wadman, that a generous heart would have wept to have won the game of him. + 

Let us drop the metaphor. + 