XXXVIII

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XXXVIII

To conceive this right,вБ†вАФcall for pen and inkвБ†вАФhereвАЩs paper ready to your hand.вБ†вЄЇвБ†Sit down, Sir, paint her to your own mindвБ†вЄЇвБ†as like your mistress as you canвБ†вЄЇвБ†as unlike your wife as your conscience will let youвБ†вАФвАЩtis all one to meвБ†вЄЇвБ†please but your own fancy in it.

вЄїWas ever anything in Nature so sweet!вБ†вАФso exquisite!

вЄЇвБ†Then, dear Sir, how could my uncle Toby resist it?

Thrice happy book! thou wilt have one page, at least, within thy covers, which Malice will not blacken, and which Ignorance cannot misrepresent.