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chapter-133		chapter-133			.txt	text/plain	434	19	83	Tempered in blood, and tempered by lightning are these barbs; and I swear to temper them triply in that hot place behind the fin, where the White Whale most feels his accursed life! Then God keep thee, old man--see'st thou that--pointing to the hammock--I bury but one of five stout men, who were alive only yesterday; but were dead ere night. look yonder, men! cried a foreboding voice in her wake.	cache/chapter-133.txt	txt/chapter-133.txt