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chapter-125		chapter-125			.txt	text/plain	1250	70	86	boy!--But if I wake thee not to death, old man, who can tell to what unsounded deeps Starbuck's body this day week may sink, with all the crew! The cabin lamp--taking long swings this way and that--was burning fitfully, and casting fitful shadows upon the old man's bolted door,--a thin one, with fixed blinds inserted, in place of upper panels.	cache/chapter-125.txt	txt/chapter-125.txt