CHAPTER 6
BOOK VIII
CHAPTER VI
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I wish my uncle Toby had been a water-drinker; for then the thing had been accounted for, That the first moment Widow Wadman saw him, she felt something stirring within her in his favour -- Something! -- something.
-Something perhaps more than friendship -- less than love -- something -- no matter what -- no matter where -- I would not give a single hair off my mule's tail, and be obliged to pluck it off myself (indeed the villain has not many to spare, and is not a little vicious into the bargain), to be let by your worships into the secret -- -- -
