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⸺You shall see the very place, Madam; said my uncle Toby .
Mrs. Wadman blush’d⸺look’d towards the door⸺turn’d pale⸺blush’d slightly again⸺recover’d her natural colour⸺blush’d worse than ever; which, for the sake of the unlearned reader, I translate thus⸺
“L⸺d! I cannot look at it⸺ What would the world say if I look’d at it? I should drop down, if I look’d at it— I wish I could look at it⸺ There can be no sin in looking at it. ⸺I will look at it.”
Whilst all this was running through Mrs. Wadman’s imagination, my uncle Toby had risen from the sofa, and got to the other side of the parlour door, to give Trim an order about it in the passage⸺
⸺I believe it is in the garret, said my uncle Toby ⸺I