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As TomвАЩs place, anвАЩ please your honour, was easyвБ†вАФand the weather warmвБ†вАФit put him upon thinking seriously of settling himself in the world; and as it fell out about that time, that a Jew who kept a sausage shop in the same street, had the ill luck to die of a strangury, and leave his widow in possession of a rousing tradeвБ†вЄЇвБ†Tom thought (as everybody in Lisbon was doing the best he could devise for himself) there could be no harm in offering her his service to carry it on: so without any introduction to the widow, except that of buying a pound of sausages at her shopвБ†вАФTom set outвБ†вАФcounting the matter thus within himself, as he walkвАЩd along; that let the worst come of it that could, he should at least get a pound of sausages for their worthвБ†вАФbut, if things went well, he should be set up; inasmuch as he should get not only a pound of sausagesвБ†вАФbut a wife andвБ†вАФa sausage shop, anвАЩ please your honour, into the bargain.
Every servant in the family, from high to low, wishвАЩd Tom success; and I can fancy, anвАЩ please your honour, I see him this moment with his white dimity waistcoat and breeches, and hat a little oвАЩ one side, passing jollily along the street, swinging his stick, with a smile and a cheerful word for everybody he met:вБ†вЄЇвБ†But alas! Tom! thou smilest no more, cried the corporal, looking on one side of him upon the ground, as if he apostrophised him in his dungeon.
Poor fellow! said my uncle Toby, feelingly.
He was an honest, lighthearted lad, anвАЩ please your honour, as ever blood warmвАЩdвБ†вЄЇвБ†
вЄЇвБ†Then he resembled thee, Trim, said my uncle Toby, rapidly.
The corporal blushвАЩd down to his fingers endsвБ†вАФa tear of sentimental bashfulnessвБ†вАФanother of gratitude to my uncle TobyвБ†вАФand a tear of sorrow for his brotherвАЩs misfortunes, started into his eye, and ran sweetly down his cheek together; my uncle TobyвАЩs kindled as one lamp does at another; and taking hold of the breast of TrimвАЩs coat (which had been that of Le FeverвАЩs) as if to ease his lame leg, but in reality to gratify a finer feelingвБ†вЄЇвБ†he stood silent for a minute and a half; at the end of which he took his hand away, and the corporal making a bow, went on with his story of his brother and the JewвАЩs widow.