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.