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Chapter 51 The world is ashamed of being virtuousmy uncle Toby knew little of the world; and therefore when he felt he was in love with widow Wadman, he had no conception that the thing was any more to be made a mystery of, than if Mrs. Wadman had given him a cut with a gapd knife across his finger: Had it been otherwiseyet as he ever lookd upon Trim as a humble friend; and saw fresh reasons every day of his life, to treat him as suchit would have made no variation in the manner in which he informed him of the affair. I am in love, corporal! quoth my uncle Toby. |
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