⸺But ’tis no marvel, continued the corporal—seeing my uncle Toby musing upon it—for Love, an’ please your honour, is exactly like war, in this; that a soldier, though he has escaped three weeks complete o’ Saturday night,—may nevertheless be shot through his heart on Sunday morning⸺ It happened so here , an’ please your honour, with this difference only—that it was on Sunday in the afternoon, when I fell in love all at once with a sisserara⸺It burst upon me, an’ please your honour, like a bomb⸺scarce giving me time to say, “God bless me.”
I thought, Trim , said my uncle Toby , a man never fell in love so very suddenly.
Yes, an’ please your honour, if he is in the way of it⸺replied Trim .
I prithee, quoth my uncle Toby , inform me how this matter happened.
⸺With all pleasure, said the corporal, making a bow.