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of brass, and containing many coloured prints; the pictures he explained at hazard: here was a tall-hatted John baptising, here a Roman-featured Christ praying in the Garden of Gethsemane, here a frock-coated Moses and the Tablets.
“A Book,” said he, “which ought to be on the table of every Christian home.”
“Truth you speak, little man,” remarked Nanni. “What shall I say to you you are asking for it?”
“It has a price far above rubies,” answered the Seller of Bibles. He turned over the leaves and read: “‘The labourer is worthy of his hire.’ Thus is it written. I will let you have one copy—one copy only—at cost price.”
“How good you are, dear me!” exclaimed Nanni.
“This I can do,” said the Seller of Bibles, “because my Master is the Big Man.”
“Speak you now what the cost price is.”
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