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mour than any one which had yet befall'n it, it proved an inexhaustible fund of entertainment to him.—Well,—but dear Toby! my father would say, do tell us seriously how this affair of the bridge happened.—How can you teaze me so much about it? my uncle Toby would reply,—I have told it you twenty times, word for word as Trim told it me.—Prithee, how was it then, corporal? my father would cry, turning to Trim.—It was a mere misfortune, an' please your honour,—I was shewing Mrs. Bridget our fortifications, and in going too near the edge of the fossè, I unfortunately slip'd in.—Very well Trim! my father would cry,—(smiling mysteriously, and giving a nod,—but without interrupting him)—and being link'd fast, an' please your honour, arm in arm with Mrs. Bridget, I dragg'd her afterme,
