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chapter-012		chapter-012			.txt	text/plain	1571	80	77	Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, I found Queequeg there little negro idol of his; peering hard into its face, and with a to the table, took up a large book there, and placing it on his lap He looked like a man who had never cringed and never thrown over me upon waking in the morning, I thought this indifference But savages are strange beings; at times you do noticed also that Queequeg never consorted at all, or but very little, I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness thought he looked pleased, perhaps a little complimented. After supper, and another social chat and smoke, we went to our room He then went about his evening prayers, took out his idol, and removed How then could I unite with this wild idolator in the will of God. Now, Queequeg is my fellow man.	./cache/chapter-012.txt	./txt/chapter-012.txt