CHAPTER 19
BOOK V
CHAPTER XIX
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'Tis a pity, Trim, said my uncle Toby, resting with his hand upon the corporal's shoulder, as they both stood surveying their works, -- that we have not a couple of field-pieces to mount in the gorge of that new redoubt; -- -- 'twould secure the lines all along there, and make the attack on that side quite complete: -- -- -get me a couple cast, Trim.
Your honour shall have them, replied Trim, before tomorrow morning.
