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chapter-114		chapter-114			.txt	text/plain	956	39	68	blistered old blacksmith, had not removed his portable forge to the boat-spades, pike-heads, harpoons, and lances, and jealously watching as if toil were life itself, and the heavy beating of his hammer the tell, the blacksmith himself did ignorantly conduct this burglar into that fatal cork, forth flew the fiend, and shrivelled up his home. of her young-armed old husband's hammer; whose reverberations, muffled Hadst thou taken this old blacksmith to thyself ere his full ruin came useless old man standing, till the hideous rot of life should make him The blows of the basement hammer every day grew Wild, the Watery, the Unshored; therefore, to the death-longing eyes of terrors, and wonderful, new-life adventures; and from the hearts of infinite Pacifics, the thousand mermaids sing to them--"Come hither, broken-hearted; here is another life without the guilt of intermediate Come hither! fall of eve, the blacksmith's soul responded, Aye, I come!	./cache/chapter-114.txt	./txt/chapter-114.txt