The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman · Laurence Sterne

Volume III, Chapter 71

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MY uncle Toby took the ivory pipe out of the corporal’s hand,--looked at it for half a minute, and returned it.

In less than two minutes, my uncle Toby took the pipe from the corporal again, and raised it half way to his mouth----then hastily gave it back a second time.

The corporal redoubled the attack,----my uncle Toby smiled,----then looked grave,----then smiled for a moment,----then looked serious for a long time;----Give me hold of the ivory pipe, Trim, said my uncle Toby----my uncle Toby put it to his lips,----drew it back directly,----gave a peep over the horn-beam hedge;----never did my uncle Toby’s mouth water so much for a pipe in his life.----My uncle Toby retired into the sentry-box with the pipe in his hand.------

----Dear uncle Toby! don’t go into the sentry-box with the pipe,--there’s no trusting a man’s self with such a thing in such a corner.

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