XXVII + 

The world is ashamed of being virtuousвБ†вЄЇвБ†My uncle Toby knew little of the world; and therefore when he felt he was in love with widow Wadman, he had no conception that the thing was any more to be made a mystery of, than if Mrs.¬†Wadman had given him a cut with a gapвАЩd knife across his finger: Had it been otherwiseвБ†вЄЇвБ†yet as he ever lookвАЩd upon Trim as a humble friend; and saw fresh reasons every day of his life, to treat him as suchвБ†вЄЇвБ†it would have made no variation in the manner in which he informed him of the affair. + 

вАЬI am in love, corporal!вАЭ quoth my uncle Toby. + 