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44   Now Lucifer was not dead — or if he was, I am his      sorrowful terrible heir;
I have been wrong'd — I am oppress'd — I hate him      that oppresses me,
I will either destroy him, or he shall release me.
45  Damn him! how he does defile me!
How he informs against my brother and sister, and      takes pay for their blood!
How he laughs when I look down the bend, after the      steamboat that carries away my woman!
46  Now the vast dusk bulk that is the whale's bulk, it      seems mine;
Warily, sportsman! though I lie so sleepy and slug-     gish, the tap of my flukes is death.