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“Ah!” he said slowly, moving toward his chair, “they’ve sold me up — they’ve sold me up.”
Then seating himself, and laying down his stick, while Luke left the room, he looked round again.
“They’ve left the big Bible,” he said. “It’s got everything in — when I was born and married; bring it me, Tom.”
The quarto Bible was laid open before him at the fly-leaf, and while he was reading with slowly travelling eyes Mrs. Tulliver entered the room, but stood in mute surprise to find her husband down already, and with the great Bible before him.
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