As she continued rub-rub-rubbing—I felt it spread from under her hand,
an’ please your honour, to every part of my frame——
The more she rubb’d, and the longer strokes she took——the more the fire
kindled in my veins——till at length, by two or three strokes longer
than the rest——my passion rose to the highest pitch——I seiz’d her
hand——
——And then thou clapped’st it to thy lips, _Trim_, said my uncle
_Toby_——and madest a speech.
Whether the corporal’s amour terminated precisely in the way my uncle
_Toby_ described it, is not material; it is enough that it contained in
it the essence of all the love romances which ever have been wrote
since the beginning of the world.