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chapter-017		chapter-017			.txt	text/plain	1213	63	80	yellow warehouse on our starboard hand till we opened a white church to side, so that this old top-mast looked not a little like a gallows. "Come on, Queequeg," said I, "all right. making known our desires for a supper and a bed, Mrs. Hussey, concluded repast, turned round to us and said--"Clam or Cod?" a cold clam; is that what you mean, Mrs. Hussey?" time, ain't it, Mrs Hussey?" but the word "clam," Mrs. Hussey hurried towards an open door leading "Queequeg," said I, "do you think that we can make out a supper for us bethinking me of Mrs. Hussey's clam and cod announcement, I thought I and in good time a fine cod-chowder was placed before us. Supper concluded, we received a lamp, and directions from Mrs. Hussey with his harpoon in his side; ever since then I allow no boarders to But the chowder; clam or cod to-morrow	./cache/chapter-017.txt	./txt/chapter-017.txt