Tristram Shandy C H A P. III

——Get on with you, said the abbess.

——Wh – – – – – ysh——ysh——cried Margarita.

Sh – – – a——shu – u——shu – – u—sh – – aw——shaw’d the abbess.

——Whu—v—w—whew—w—w—whuv’d Margarita, pursing up her sweet lips betwixt a hoot and a whistle.

Thump—thump—thump—obstreperated the abbess of Ando├╝illets with the end of her gold-headed cane against the bottom of the calesh——

The old mule let a f—