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Chapter 19 When Trim came in and told my father, that Dr. Slop was in the kitchen, and busy in making a bridgemy uncle Tobythe affair of the jack-boots having just then raised a train of military ideas in his braintook it instantly for granted that Dr. Slop was making a model of the marquis dHopitals bridge.tis very obliging in him, quoth my uncle Toby;pray give my humble service to Dr. Slop, Trim, and tell him I thank him heartily. Had my uncle Tobys head been a Savoyards box, and my father peeping in all the time at one end of itit could not have given him a more distinct conception of the operations of my uncle Tobys imagination, than what he had; so, notwithstanding the catapulta and battering-ram, and his bitter imprecation about them, he was just beginning to triumph When Trims answer, in an instant, tore the laurel from his brows, and twisted it to pieces. |
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