C H A P. XXXV.
WHILST my father was writing
his letter of instructions, my
uncle Toby and the corporal were busy
in preparing every thing for the attack.
As the turning of the thin scarlet
breeches
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breeches was laid aside (at least for the
present) there was nothing which should
put it off beyond the next morning ; so
accordingly it was resolved upon, for
eleven o'clock.
Come, my dear, said my father to my
mother -- 'twill be but like a brother and
sister, if you and I take a walk down to
my brother Toby's -- to countenance
him in this attack of his.
My uncle Toby and the corporal had
been accoutred both some time, when
my father and mother enter'd, and the
clock striking eleven, were that moment
in motion to sally forth -- but the account
of this is worth more than to be wove
into the fag end of the eighth volume
of such a work as this. -- My father
had no time but to put the letter of in-
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structions
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structions into my uncle Toby's coat-
pocket -- and join with my mother in
wishing his attack prosperous.
I could like, said my mother, to look
through the key-hole out of curiosity --
Call it by its right name, my dear, quoth
my father --
And look through the keyhole as long as
you will.
END of the EIGHTH VOLUME.
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