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 his breast—made a bow to the ground, and shut the door.

—I have left Trim my bowling-green, cried my uncle Toby—My father smiled—I have left him moreover a pension, continued my uncle Toby—My father looked grave.

this a fit time, said my father to himself, to talk of and ?

my uncle Toby first mentioned the grenadier, my father, I said, fell down with his nose flat to the quilt, and as suddenly as if my uncle