——AND here is the _Maes_—and this is the _Sambre;_ said the corporal,
pointing with his right hand extended a little towards the map, and his
left upon Mrs. _Bridget_’s shoulder—but not the shoulder next him—and
this, said he, is the town of _Namur_—and this the citadel—and there
lay the _French_—and here lay his honour and myself——and in this cursed
trench, Mrs. _Bridget_, quoth the corporal, taking her by the hand, did
he receive the wound which crush’d him so miserably _here._——In
pronouncing which, he slightly press’d the back of her hand towards the
part he felt for——and let it fall.
We thought, Mr. _Trim_, it had been more in the middle,——said Mrs.
_Bridget_——
That would have undone us for ever—said the corporal.
——And left my poor mistress undone too, said _Bridget._
The corporal made no reply to the repartee, but by giving Mrs.
_Bridget_ a kiss.
Come—come—said _Bridget_—holding the palm of her left hand parallel to
the plane of the horizon, and sliding the fingers of the other over it,
in a way which could not have been done, had there been the least wart
or protruberance——’Tis every syllable of it false, cried the corporal,
before she had half finished the sentence——
—I know it to be fact, said _Bridget_, from credible witnesses.
——Upon my honour, said the corporal, laying his hand upon his heart,
and blushing, as he spoke, with honest resentment—’tis a story, Mrs.
_Bridget_, as false as hell——Not, said _Bridget_, interrupting him,
that either I or my mistress care a halfpenny about it, whether ’tis so
or no——only that when one is married, one would chuse to have such a
thing by one at least——
It was somewhat unfortunate for Mrs. _Bridget_, that she had begun the
attack with her manual exercise; for the corporal instantly * * * * * *
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