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compared with what men have done,—or with my own transgressions at the letters A B D—they vanish into nothing.
In this last volume I have done better still—for from the end of Le Fever's episode, to the beginning of my uncle Toby's campaigns,—I have scarce stepped a yard out of my way.
If I mend at his rate, it is not impossible———by the good leave of his grace of Benevento's devils———but I may arrive hereafter at the excellency of going on even thus;
which is a line drawn as straight as I could draw it, by a writing-master's ruler, (borrowed for that purpose) turning neither to the right hand or to the left.
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