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was it proper, continued Trim (making a bow) to offer a wager before your honours———
—There is nothing improper in it, said my father—'tis a mode of expression; for in saying thou would'st lay thy Montero-cap to a shilling—all thou meanest is this—that thou believest———
———Now, What do'st thou believe?
That Widow Wadman, an' please your worship, cannot hold it out ten days———
And whence, cried Slop, jeeringly, hast thou all this knowledge of woman, friend?
By falling in love with a popish clergy-woman; said Trim.
'Twas a Beguine, said my uncle Toby.
Doctor
