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CHAP. IV.
She cannot, quoth my uncle Toby, halting, when they had march'd up to within twenty paces of Mrs. Wadman's door—she cannot, Corporal, take it amiss.———
—She will take it, an' please your honour, said the Corporal, just as the Jew's widow at Lisbon took it of my brother Tom.———
—And how was that? quoth my uncle Toby, facing quite about to the Corporal.
Your honour, replied the Corporal, knows of Tom's misfortunes; but thisaffair
