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such danger, continued he, with the head.—No, in truth, quoth my father,—but when your possibility has taken place at the hip,—you may as well take off the head too.
—It is morally impossible the reader should understand this,—'tis enough Dr. Slop understood it;—so taking the green bays bag in his hand, with the help of Obadiad's pumps, he tripp'd pretty nimbly, for a man of his size, across the room to the door,—and from the door was shewn the way, by the good old mid-wife, to my mother's apartment.
CHAP. XVIII.
It is two hours, and ten minutes,—and no more,—cried my father, looking at his watch, since Dr. Slop and Obadiad
