“I wonder what's all that noise, and running backwards and forwards for, above stairs, quoth my father, addressing himself, after an hour… — Laurence Sterne Copy Share Image
I'll not hurt thee, says Uncle Toby, rising with the fly in his hand. Go, he says, opening the window to let… — Laurence Sterne Copy Share Image
“Let love therefore be what it will, my Uncle Toby fell into it—And possibly, gentle reader, with such a temptation so wouldst… — Laurence Sterne Copy Share Image
