CHAPTER 4
BOOK IV
CHAPTER IV
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Was it Mackay's regiment, quoth my uncle Toby, where the poor grenadier was so unmercifully whipp'd at Bruges about the ducats? -- O Christ! he was innocent! cried Trim, with a deep sigh.
-- And he was whipp'd, may it please your honour, almost to death's door.