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XVII

Though my father travelled homewards, as I told you, in none of the best of moods,вБ†вАФpshawing and pishing all the way down,вБ†вАФyet he had the complaisance to keep the worst part of the story still to himself;вБ†вАФwhich was the resolution he had taken of doing himself the justice, which my uncle TobyвАЩs clause in the marriage-settlement empowered him; nor was it till the very night in which I was begot, which was thirteen months after, that she had the least intimation of his design: when my father, happening, as you remember, to be a little chagrinвАЩd and out of temper,вБ†вЄЇвБ†took occasion as they lay chatting gravely in bed afterwards, talking over what was to come,вБ†вЄЇвБ†to let her know that she must accommodate herself as well as she could to the bargain made between them in their marriage-deeds; which was to lye-in of her next child in the country, to balance the last yearвАЩs journey.

My father was a gentleman of many virtues,вБ†вАФbut he had a strong spice of that in his temper, which might, or might not, add to the number.вБ†вАФвАЩTis known by the name of perseverance in a good cause,вБ†вАФand of obstinacy in a bad one: Of this my mother had so much knowledge, that she knew вАЩtwas to no purpose to make any remonstrance,вБ†вАФso she eвАЩen resolved to sit down quietly, and make the most of it.