of a broken heart!"
Nature melted within me as I uttered this: and Maria observing, as I
took out my handkerchief, that it was steeped too much already to be
of use, would needs go wash it in the stream. "And where will you dry
it, Maria?" said I.
"I'll dry it in my bosom," said she: "'twill do me good."
"And is your heart still so warm, Maria?" said I.
I touched upon a string on which hung all her sorrows: she looked with
wistful disorder for some time in my face; and then, without saying
anything, took her pipe, and played her service to the Virgin. The
string I had touched ceased to vibrate; in a moment or two, Maria
returned to herself, let her pipe fall, and rose up.
"And where are you going, Maria?" said I.
She said, "To Moulines."
"Let us go," said I, "together."
Maria put her arm within mine, and lengthening the string to let the
dog follow, in that order we entered Moulines.
III
THE DEATH OF LE FEVRE[35]
"In a fortnight or three weeks," added my uncle Toby, smiling, "he
might march."
"He will never march, an' please your Honor, in this world," said the
Corporal.
"He will march," said my uncle Toby, rising up from the side of the
bed with one shoe off.
"An' please your Honor," said the Corporal, "he will never march but
to his grave."
"He shall march," cried my uncle Toby, marching the foot which had a
shoe on, tho without advancing an inch--"he shall march to his
regiment."
"He can not stand it," said the Corporal.
"He shall be supported," said my uncle Toby.
"He'll drop at last," said the Corporal, "and what will become of his
body?"
"He shall not drop," said my uncle Toby firmly.
"Ah, well--a--day!--do what we can for him," said Trim, maintaining
his point, "the poor soul will die."
"He shall not die, by G--," cried my uncle Toby.
The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath,
blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel, as he wrote it
down, dropt a tear upon the word, and blotted it out forever.
My uncle Toby went to his bureau, put his purse into his
breeches-pocket, and, having ordered the Corporal to go early in the
morning for a physician, he went to bed and fell asleep. The sun
looked bright the morning after to every eye in the village but to Le
Fevre's and his afflicted son's; the hand of death prest heavy upon
his eyelids; and hardly could the wheel at the cistern turn round its
circle, when my uncle Toby,
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