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it—'Tis a heavy tax upon that half of our fellow-creatures, brother Shandy, said my uncle Toby—'Tis a piteous burden upon 'em, continued he, shaking his head.—Yes, yes, 'tis a painful thing—said my father, shaking his head too—but certainly since shaking of heads came into fashion, never did two heads shake together, in concert, from two such different springs.
God bless
Duce take 'em all—said my uncle Toby and my father, each to himself.
CHAP. XIII.
Holla!—you chairman!—here's sixpence—do step into that bookseller's shop, and call me a day-tall critick. I am very willing to give any one
