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chapter-129		chapter-129			.txt	text/plain	742	86	97	The coffin laid upon two line-tubs between the vice-bench and the open hatchway; the Carpenter calking its seams; the string of twisted his frock.--Ahab comes slowly from the cabin-gangway and hears Pip Life buoy, sir. Oh, look, sir! Art not thou the leg-maker? Look, did not this stump come from thy Aye, sir; I patched up this thing here as a coffin for Queequeg; but Then tell me; art thou not an arrant, all-grasping, inter-meddling, next day coffins to clap them in, and yet again life-buoys out of those Thou art as unprincipled as the gods, and as much of a Hark ye, dost thou not ever sing working about a Sing, sir? all things makes the sounding-board is this--there's naught beneath. Hast thou ever helped carry a bier, and heard the coffin knock against Faith, sir, I've---sort of Equator cuts yon old man, too, right in his middle. life-buoy of a coffin!	./cache/chapter-129.txt	./txt/chapter-129.txt