——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.