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uncle Toby,—do Trim,—and ask if he knows his name.
———I have quite forgot it, truly, said the landlord, coming back into the parlour with the corporal,—but I can ask his son again:—He has a son with him then? said my uncle Toby.—A boy, replied the landlord, of about eleven or twelve years of age;—but the poor creature has tasted almost as little as his father; he does nothing but mourn and lament for him night and day:—He has not stirred from the bedside these two days.
My uncle Toby laid down his knife and fork, and thrust his plate from before him, as the landlord gave him the account; and Trim, without being ordered, took away without saying oneword,
