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"I am in love, corporal!" quoth my uncle Toby.
CHAP. XXVIII.
In love!—said the corporal—your honour was very well the day before yesterday, when I was telling your honour the story of the King of Bohemia—Bohemia! said my uncle Toby———musing a long time———What became of that story, Trim?
—We lost it, an' please your honour, somehow betwixt us—but your honour was as free from love then, as I am—'twas, just whilst thou went'st off with the wheel-barrow—with Mrs. Wadman, quoth my uncle Toby—She has left a ball
