The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman · Laurence Sterne

Volume II, Chapter 20

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----THIS unfortunate draw-bridge of yours, quoth my father----God bless your honour, cried Trim, ’tis a bridge for master’s nose.----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 Susannah ’s stays, to raise it up.

----Lead me, brother Toby, cried my father, to my room this instant.

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