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 halfway 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 hornbeam 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.