XVIII + 

I think, anвАЩ please your honour, quoth Trim, the fortifications are quite destroyedвБ†вЄЇвБ†and the bason is upon a level with the moleвБ†вЄЇвБ†I think so too; replied my uncle Toby with a sigh half suppressвАЩdвБ†вЄЇвБ†but step into the parlour, Trim, for the stipulationвБ†вЄЇвБ†it lies upon the table. + 

It has lain there these six weeks, replied the corporal, till this very morning that the old woman kindled the fire with itвБ†вАФ + 

вЄЇвБ†Then, said my uncle Toby, there is no further occasion for our services. The more, anвАЩ please your honour, the pity, said the corporal; in uttering which he cast his spade into the wheelbarrow, which was beside him, with an air the most expressive of disconsolation that can be imagined, and was heavily turning about to look for his pickax, his pioneerвАЩs shovel, his picquets, and other little military stores, in order to carry them off the fieldвБ†вЄЇвБ†when a heigh-ho! from the sentry-box, which being made of thin slit deal, reverberated the sound more sorrowfully to his ear, forbad him. + 

вЄЇвБ†No; said the corporal to himself, IвАЩll do it before his honour rises tomorrow morning; so taking his spade out of the wheelbarrow again, with a little earth in it, as if to level something at the foot of the glacisвБ†вЄЇвБ†but with a real intent to approach nearer to his master, in order to divert himвБ†вЄЇвБ†he loosenвАЩd a sod or twoвБ†вЄЇвБ†pared their edges with his spade, and having given them a gentle blow or two with the back of it, he sat himself down close by my uncle TobyвАЩs feet, and began as follows. + 