⸺’Twas nothing,⁠—I did not lose two drops of blood by it⁠⸺⸺’twas not worth calling in a surgeon, had he lived next door to us⁠⸺⁠thousands suffer by choice, what I did by accident.⁠⸺⁠Doctor Slop made ten times more of it, than there was occasion:⁠⸺⁠some men rise, by the art of hanging great weights upon small wires,⁠—and I am this day (August the 10th, 1761) paying part of the price of this man’s reputation.⁠⸺⁠O ’twould provoke a stone, to see how things are carried on in this world!⁠⸺⁠The chambermaid had left no ******* *** under the bed:⁠⸺⁠Cannot you contrive, master, quoth Susannah, lifting up the sash with one hand, as she spoke, and helping me up into the window-seat with the other,⁠—cannot you manage, my dear, for a single time, to **** *** ** *** ******?

I was five years old.⁠⸺⁠Susannah did not consider that nothing was well hung in our family,⁠⸺⁠so slap came the sash down like lightning upon us;⁠—Nothing is left,⁠—cried Susannah,⁠—nothing is left⁠—for me, but to run my country.⁠⸺⁠

My uncle Toby’s house was a much kinder sanctuary; and so Susannah fled to it.