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As for the propagation of Geese—I give myself no concern—Nature is all bountiful—I shall never want tools to work with.
—So then, friend! you have got my father and my uncle Toby off the stairs, and seen them to bed?—And how did you manage it?—You dropp'd a curtain at the stairs foot—I thought you had no other way for it—Here's a crown for your trouble.
CHAP. XIV.
— Then reach me my breeches off the chair, said my father to Susannah—There is a not a moment's time to dress you, Sir, cried Susannah—the child is as black in the face as my— As
