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CHAP. XVIII.
We should begin, said my father, turning himself half round in bed, and shifting his pillow a little towards my mother's, as he opened the debate—We should begin to think, Mrs. Shandy, of putting this boy into breeches.———
We should so,—said my mother.—We defer it, my dear, quoth my father, shamefully.———
I think we do, Mr. Shandy,—said my mother.
—Not but the child looks extremely well, said my father, in his vests and tunicks.———
—He
