Great Humorous Stories [antikvár]

THE WIDOW WADMAN'S EYEby laurence sterneI am half distracted, Captain Shandy, said Mrs. Wadman, holding up her cambrick handkerchief to her left eye, as she approach'd the door of my uncle Toby's sentry boxa moteor sandor something I know not what, has got into this eye of minedo look into itit is not in the whiteIn saying which, Mrs. Wadman edged herself close in beside my uncle Toby, and squeezing herself down upon the corner of his bench, she gave him an opportunity of doing it without rising upDo look into itsaid she.Honest soul! thou didst look into it with as much innocency of heart, as ever child look'd into a raree-show-box ; and 'twere as much a sin to have hurt thee.^If a man will be peeping of his own accord into things of that nature^I've nothing to say to itMy uncle Toby never did : and I will answer for him, that he would have sat quietly upon a sofa from June to January (which, you know, takes in both the hot and cold months), with an eye as fine as the Thracian Rodope's beside him, without being able to tell whether it was a black or blue one.The difficulty was to get my uncle Toby to look at one at all.