slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heart—rallied back,—the film forsook his eyes for a moment,—he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby’s face,—then cast a look upon his boy,⸺and that ligament , fine as it was,—was never broken.⸻
Nature instantly ebb’d again,—the film returned to its place,⸺the pulse fluttered⸺stopp’d⸺went on⸺throbb’d⸺stopp’d again⸺moved⸺stopp’d⸺shall I go on?⸺No.