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kindled in my veins———till at length, by two or three strokes longer than the rest—my passion rose to the highest pitch———I seiz'd her hand———
—And then, thou clapped'st it to thy lips, Trim, said my uncle Toby—and madest a speech.
Whether the corporal's amour terminated precisely in the way my uncle Toby described it, is not material; it is enough that it contain'd in it the essence of all the love-romances which ever have been wrote since the beginning of the world.
CHAP.
