The word was but one-half of it pronounced, like the abbess of Andoüillets’ —(so there was no sin in it)—when a person coming in, let fall a thundering bastinado upon the poor devil’s crupper, which put an end to the ceremony.
Out upon it!
cried I⸺but the interjection was equivocal⸺and, I think, wrong placed too—for the end of an osier which had started out from the contexture of the ass’s pannier, had caught hold of my breeches pocket, as he rush’d by me, and rent it in the most disastrous direction you can imagine⸺so that the
Out upon it! in my opinion, should have come in here⸺but this I leave to be settled by
The reviewers of my breeches,
which I have brought over along with me for that purpose.