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It was an eye———
But I shall be in love with it myself, if I say another word about it.
———It did my uncle Toby's business.
CHAP. XXVI.
There is nothing shews the characters of my father and my uncle Toby, in a more entertaining light, than their different manner of deportment, under the same accident—for I call not love a misfortune, from a persuasion, that a man's heart is ever the better for it—Great God! what must my uncle Toby's have been, when 'twas all benignity without it.
My
