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I own, when that's done, 'twill be time to return back to the parlour fire-side, where we left my uncle Toby in the middle of his sentence.
CHAP. V.
When a man gives himself up to the government of a ruling passion,—or, in other words, when his Hobby-Horse grows head-strong,—farewell cool reason and fair discretion!
My uncle Toby's wound was near well, and as soon as the surgeon recovered his surprize, and could get leave to say as much—he told him, 'twas just beginning to incarnate; and that if no fresh exfoliation happen'd, which there was no signs of,—it would be dried up in five or six weeks.
