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head of the chapter, as much for use as ornament, all I desire in return, is, that wheneven I speak of Mrs. Wadman's eyes (except once in the next period) that you keep it in your fancy.
I protest, Madam, said my uncle Toby, I can see nothing whatever in your eye.
It is not in the white; said Mrs. Wadman: my uncle Toby look'd with might and main into the pupil———
Now of all the eyes, which ever were created———from your own, Madam, up to those of Venus herself, which certainly were as venereal a pair of eyes as ever stood in a head———there never was an eye of them all, so fitted to rob my uncleToby
