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XVIII

When Susannah told the corporal the misadventure of the sash, with all the circumstances which attended the murder of me,вБ†вАФ(as she called it)вБ†вАФthe blood forsook his cheeks,вБ†вАФall accessaries in murder being principals,вБ†вАФTrimвАЩs conscience told him he was as much to blame as Susannah,вБ†вАФand if the doctrine had been true, my uncle Toby had as much of the bloodshed to answer for to heaven, as either of вАЩem;вБ†вАФso that neither reason or instinct, separate or together, could possibly have guided SusannahвАЩs steps to so proper an asylum. It is in vain to leave this to the ReaderвАЩs imagination:вБ†вАФto form any kind of hypothesis that will render these propositions feasible, he must cudgel his brains sore,вБ†вАФand to do it without,вБ†вАФhe must have such brains as no reader ever had before him.вБ†вЄЇвБ†Why should I put them either to trial or to torture? вАЩTis my own affair: IвАЩll explain it myself.