The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 3/Chapter 27
CHAP. XXVII.
——— This unfortunate draw-bridge of yours, quoth my father—God bless your honour, cried Trim, 'tis a bridge for master's nose.—In bringing him into the world with his vile instruments, he has crush'd his nose, Susannah says, as flat as a pancake to his face, and he is making a false bridge with a piece of cotton and a thin piece of whalebone out of Susannah's stays, to raise it up.
———Lead me, brothet Toby, cried my father, to my room this instant.