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ciently arm'd, or the rivet wants closing—or else the cut on my thumb has made me a little aukward,—or possibly—'Tis well, quoth my father, interrupting the detail of possibilities,—that the experiment was not first made upon my child's head piece.—It would not have been a cherry stone the worse, answered Dr. Slop. I maintain it, said my uncle Toby, it would have broke the cerebellum, (unless indeed the skull had been as hard as a granado) and turned it all into a perfect posset. Pshaw! replied Dr. Slop, a child's head is naturally as soft as the pap of an apple,;—the sutures give way,—and besides, I could have extracted by the feet after.—Not you, said she.—I rather wish you would begin that way, quoth my father.
Pray do, added my uncle Toby.
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