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of the attack, by the time my uncle Toby joined him.
'Twas well for my father, that my uncle Toby had not his will to make that day.
CHAP. XXVIII.
My uncle Toby took the ivory pipe out of the corporal's hand,—looked at it for half a minute, and returned it.
In less than two minutes my uncle Toby took the pipe from the corporal again, and raised it half way to his mouth—then hastily gave it back a second time.
The corporal redoubled the attack,—my uncle Toby smiled,—then looked grave,—then smiled for a moment,—then looked serious for a long time;
