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of his story, had my uncle Toby twice touch'd his Montero-cap with the end of his cane, interrogatively———as much as to say, Why don't you put it on, Trim? Trim took it up with the most respectful slowness, and casting a glance of humiliation as he did it, upon the embroidery of the fore-part, which being dismally tarnish'd and fray'd moreover in some of the principal leaves and boldest parts of the pattern, he lay'd it down again betwixt his two feet, in order to moralize upon the subject.
—'Tis every word of it but too true, cried my uncle Toby, that thou art about to observe———
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