III + 

Did ever man, brother Toby, cried my father, raising himself upon his elbow, and turning himself round to the opposite side of the bed, where my uncle Toby was sitting in his old fringed chair, with his chin resting upon his crutchвБ†вЄЇвБ†did ever a poor unfortunate man, brother Toby, cried my father, receive so many lashes?вБ†вЄЇвБ†The most I ever saw given, quoth my uncle Toby (ringing the bell at the bedвАЩs head for Trim) was to a grenadier, I think in MackayвАЩs regiment. + 

вЄїHad my uncle Toby shot a bullet through my fatherвАЩs heart, he could not have fallen down with his nose upon the quilt more suddenly. + 

Bless me! said my uncle Toby. + 