CHAPTER XXVIII

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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