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12 and he sayde. Lorde God of my master Abraham, sende me good spede this daye, and shewe mercy vnto my master Abraham.
13 Lo I stonde here by the well of water, and the daughters of the men of thys cytye come out to drawe water:
14 Nowe the damsell to whome I saye, stompe downe thy pytcher I praye the that I maye dryncke. If she saye also: Dryncke, and I wyll geue thy camels drincke: the same is she that thou hast ordeyned for thy seruaunte Isahac: yee, and therby shall I knowe that thou hast shewed mercy on my master.