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my father had got his handkerchief out of it, and looking all the time up in his face with inexpressible good will—my father at length went on as follows.
CHAP. VI.
———"What prodigious armies you had in Flanders!"
—Brother Toby, quoth my uncle, I do believe thee to be as honest a man, and with as good and as upright a heart as ever God created;—nor is it thy fault, if all the children which have been, may, can, shall, will or ought to be begotten, come with their heads foremost into the world:—but believe me, dear Toby, the accidents which unavoidably way-lay them, not only in the article of our begetting 'em,—though these in my opinion,are