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any thing of your honour's being in love, before hand———L—d help her!—she knows no more at present of it, Trim, said my uncle Toby—than the child unborn———
Precious souls!———
Mrs. Wadman had told it with all its circumstances, to Mrs. Bridget twenty-four hours before; and was at that very moment sitting in council with her, touching some slight misgivings with regard to the issue of the affair, which the Devil, who never lies dead in a ditch, had put into her head—before he would allow half time, to get quietly through her, te Deum———
I am terribly afraid, said widow Wadman, in case I should marry him, Bridget—that
