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Delusive, delicious consultation or two of this kind, betwixt my uncle Toby and Trim, upon the demolition of Dunkirk,—for a moment rallied back the ideas of those pleasures, which were slipping from under him:—still—still all went on heavily—the magic left the mind the weaker—, with at her back, entered the solitary parlour, and drew their gauzy mantle over my uncle Toby's head;—and, with her lax fibre and undirected eye, sat quietly down beside him in his arm chair.—No longer Amberg, and Rhinberg, and Limbourg, and Huy, and Bonn, in one year,—and the prospect of Landen, and Trerebach, and Drusen, and Dendermond, the next,—hurried on the blood;—No longer did saps, and mines, and blinds, and gabions, and palisadoes,