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-Upon my honour, Sir, you have tore every bit of skin quite off the back of both my hands with your forceps, cried my uncle Toby -- and you have crush'd all my knuckles into the bargain with them to a jelly. 'Tis your own fault, said Dr. Slop -- -- -you should have clinch'd your two fists together into the form of a child's head as I told you, and sat firm. I did so, answered my uncle Toby.
-- -- -Then the points of my forceps have not been sufficiently arm'd, or the rivet wants closing -- or else the cut in my thumb has made me a little awkward -- or possibly -- 'Tis well, quoth my father, interrupting the detail of possibilities -- that the experiment was not first made upon my child's headpiece.