--for though he never after went to the house, yet he never met Bridget in the village, but he would either nod or wink, or smile, or look kindly at her,--or (as circumstances directed), he would shake her by the hand,--or ask her lovingly how she did,--or would give her a ribban,--and now and then, though never but when it could be done with decorum, would give Bridget a---
That both man and woman bear pain or sorrow, (and, for aught I know, pleasure too) best in a horizontal position.
And now that you have just got to the end of these four volumes--the thing I have to ask is, how do you feel your heads? my own akes dismally--
I am this month one whole year older than I was this time twelve-month; and having got, as you perceive, almost into the middle of my fourth volume--and no farther than to my first day's life--'tis demonstrative that I have three hundred and sixty-four days more life to write just now, than when I first set out; so that instead of advancing, as a common writer, in my work with what I have been doing at it--on the contrary, I am just thrown so many volumes back--
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