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...it flew by him ; — I'll not hurtthee, says my uncle Toby, rising from his chair, and going across the room, with the fly in his hand, I'll not hurt a hair of thy head : — Go, says he, lifting up the sash, and opening his hand as he spoke, to let it escape ; — go, poor devil,...

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...it flew by him — I'll not hurt thee— says my uncle Toby, rising from his chair, and going across the room with the fly in his hand — I'll not hurt a hair of thy head : Go, says he, lifting up the sash, and opening his hand as he spoke, to let it escape— go, poor devil...

...hurt thee. — says my uncle Toby, rising from his chair, and going 1 across the room with the flj in his hand — I'll not hurt a hair of thy head : Go, says he, lifting up the sash, and opening his hand as he spoke, to let it escape— go, poor devil;...