⸺’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.