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It was like the momentary contest in the moist eyelids of an April morning, вАЬWhether Bridget should laugh or cry.вАЭ
She snatched up a rolling-pinвБ†вЄЇвАЩtwas ten to one, she had laughвАЩdвБ†вЄЇвБ†
She laid it downвБ†вЄЇвБ†she cried; and had one single tear of вАЩem but tasted of bitterness, full sorrowful would the corporalвАЩs heart have been that he had used the argument; but the corporal understood the sex, a¬†quart major to a terce at least, better than my uncle Toby, and accordingly he assailed Mrs.¬†Bridget after this manner.
I know, Mrs.¬†Bridget, said the corporal, giving her a most respectful kiss, that thou art good and modest by nature, and art withal so generous a girl in thyself, that, if I know thee rightly, thou wouldвАЩst not wound an insect, much less the honour of so gallant and worthy a soul as my master, wast thou sure to be made a countess ofвБ†вЄЇвБ†but thou hast been set on, and deluded, dear Bridget, as is often a womanвАЩs case, вАЬto please others more than themselvesвБ†вЄЇвАЭ
BridgetвАЩs eyes poured down at the sensations the corporal excited.
вЄЇвБ†Tell meвБ†вЄЇвБ†tell me, then, my dear Bridget, continued the corporal, taking hold of her hand, which hung down dead by her side,вБ†вЄЇвБ†and, giving a second kissвБ†вЄЇвБ†whose suspicion has misled thee?
Bridget sobbвАЩd a sob or twoвБ†вЄЇвБ†then openвАЩd her eyesвБ†вЄЇвБ†the corporal wiped вАЩem with the bottom of her apronвБ†вЄЇвБ†she then openвАЩd her heart and told him all.