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Humph!—said my father.
(The dialogue ceased for a moment.)
—I am very short myself,—continued my father, gravely.
You are very short, Mr. Shandy,—said my mother.
Humph! quoth my father to himself, a second time: in muttering which, he plucked his pillow a little further from my mother's,—and turning about again, there was an end of the debate for three minutes and a half.
—When he gets these breeches made, cried my father in a higher tone, he'll look like a beast in 'em.
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