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one side of him upon the ground, as if he apostrophized him in his dungeon.
Poor fellow! said my uncle Toby, feelingly.
He was an honest, light-hearted lad, an' please your honour, as ever blood warm'd———
—Then he resembled thee, Trim, said my uncle Toby, rapidly.
The Corporal blush'd down to his fingers ends—a tear of sentimental bashfulness—another of gratitude to my uncle Toby—and a tear of sorrow for his brother's misfortunes, started into his eye and ran sweetly down his cheek together; my uncle Toby's kindled as onelamp
