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THE WIDOW WADMAN'S EYEby laurence sterneI am half distracted, Captain Shandy, said Mrs. Wadman, holding up her cambrick handkerchief to her left eye, as she approach'd the door of my uncle Toby's sentry boxa moteor sandor something I know not what, has got into this eye of minedo look into itit is...

JUST LIKE AUNT BERTHA CHAPTER I The Great Man had deHvered his speech in the wonderful voice that caused parents to think of certain nights at the theatre in the past when they, too, were younger, and when daughters, now entered for the competition, had —in the mothers' own phrase—not been...