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The day slipped away; there were no more disputes; Thomas went to lie down, and, when Jacob took the tiller, Abraham took a little book out of his locker and read it, with his lips moving, holding it out at arms' length, as though it were a daguerreotype that was only discernible in a certain light. I asked him the name of the book.
'The Boible,' said he. 'It's the Sabbath, master, and I always read a chapter of this here book on Sundays.'