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Chapter 45 But tis no marvel, continued the corporalseeing my uncle Toby musing upon itfor Love, an please your honour, is exactly like war, in this; that a soldier, though he has escaped three weeks complete oSaturday night,may nevertheless be shot through his heart on Sunday morningIt happened so here, an please your honour, with this difference onlythat it was on Sunday in the afternoon, when I fell in love all at once with a sisseraraIt burst upon me, an please your honour, like a bombscarce giving me time to say, God bless me. I thought, Trim, said my uncle Toby, a man never fell in love so very suddenly. Yes, an please your honour, if he is in the way of itreplied Trim. I prithee, quoth my uncle Toby, inform me how this matter happened. With all pleasure, said the corporal, making a bow. |
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