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Chapter 57 What a jovial and a merry world would this be, may it please your worships, but for that inextricable labyrinth of debts, cares, woes, want, grief, discontent, melancholy, large jointures, impositions, and lies! Doctor Slop, like a son of a w. . ., as my father called him for it,to exalt himself,debased me to death,and made ten thousand times more of Susannahs accident, than there was any grounds for; so that in a weeks time, or less, it was in every bodys mouth, That poor Master Shandy. . .entirely.And Fame, who loves to double every thing,in three days more, had sworn, positively she saw it,and all |
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