If my hypercritick is intractable, alleging, that two minutes and thirteen seconds are no more than two minutes and thirteen seconds,—when I have said all I can about them; and that this plea, though it might save me dramatically, will damn me biographically, rendering my book from this very moment, a professed Romance , which, before, was a book apocryphal:⸺If I am thus pressed—I then put an end to the whole objection and controversy about it all at once,⸺by acquainting him, that Obadiah had not got above threescore yards from the stable-yard before he met with Dr. Slop ;—and indeed he gave a dirty proof that he had met with him, and was within an ace of giving a tragical one too.
Imagine to yourself;—but this had better begin a new chapter.