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Chapter 81 To conceive this right,call for pen and inkheres paper ready to your hand.Sit down, Sir, paint her to your own mindas like your mistress as you canas unlike your wife as your conscience will let youtis all one to meplease but your own fancy in it. (blank page) Was ever any thing in Nature so sweet!so exquisite! Then, dear Sir, how could my uncle Toby resist it? Thrice happy book! thou wilt have one page, at least, within thy covers, which Malice will not blacken, and which Ignorance cannot misrepresent. |
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