——The duce take her and her influence too——for at that word I lose all
patience——much good may it do him!——By all that is hirsute and gashly!
I cry, taking off my furr’d cap, and twisting it round my finger——I
would not give sixpence for a dozen such!
——But ’tis an excellent cap too (putting it upon my head, and pressing
it close to my ears)—and warm—and soft; especially if you stroke it the
right way—but alas! that will never be my luck——(so here my philosophy
is shipwreck’d again.)
——No; I shall never have a finger in the pye (so here I break my
metaphor)——